This will reassure all of us who find it more painless to be cynics than to be bleeding hearts.
Further investigation revealed that the "kid" I was feeling sorry for was, in fact, a frequent flyer. And not a kid. The innocence was feigned.
Or else his memory's shot and every time is a brand new experience.
It's a good thing I'm not a cop.
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