Professer, the criminal

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Class had just got out for the semester and my German professor was telling me how great a job I had done. Now he's an older man, so he asked me if I could bring him to his car. So I held his hand (kinda) while walking to his car.

For whatever reason I decided to go with him to his granddaughter dance recital at a nearby middle school. We get there and walk inside, and strangely there are people I know there! That's not important though. We sit through half of the recital then leave. We then walk outside to the front of the school and I hear sirens.

The professor sprints away. I am, absolutely flabbergasted by this. I mean I had to lead him out to his car earlier.

As the sirens get closer, they stop where I am

"You young man, have you see Professor ___"

"Yes officer I was just with him."

"BLAST!, that man is a murderer and a jewel thief, it's possible he wanted to pin the blame on you, or keep you as a hostage."

I then tell him the days events

"Have a good one son" he says to me.

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