Last Sunday night, I was running down a street near Harvard Yard, trying to get to Harvard Square Station in time to catch a bus. I passed a group of four strangers who looked somewhere between 17 and 21. As I ran by, one of the guys, a white guy, yelled out, “Bro, you running from the cops or something?” One woman added, “What’d you steal this time?” Surely, I’d heard wrong. I stopped and turned around. “Are you kidding me?” I asked.
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