Back in 7th grade, I was called into the principal's office. Whenever you receive this brand of summons, you always get that rush of adrenaline like when you think you've lost your wallet. Of course, if you've done nothing wrong (that you know of, anyway), a guilt-free conscience usually elicits nothing more than bewilderment. Unless of course, you know you've been busted for something. On this particular trip, I knew why I was going: gambling during recess.
At least that's what I and several others were charged with. I thought we were just pitching quarters.
The Gamblerbot
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