The backstory: JT attends the same school where I work. Every once in a while we see one another on campus. Usually, he's willing to acknowledge my existence. Sometimes, however, he's a little nervous to see me. The other day I was outside as JT was headed into the music building and he caught sight of me.
JT: Hi. Am I in trouble?
Me: Should you be?
And then he ran into the building, a fugitive from justice. Or his mama.
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