The courtroom air was thick with the scent of floor wax and simmering tension as seventeen-year-old Ryan Cooper sauntered toward the defense table. With his hoodie pulled low and a smirk etched permanently onto his face, he looked less like a defendant facing a string of burglary charges and more like a teenager who had just pulled off a harmless prank. He didn’t fear the gavel; he treated the entire judicial process as a tedious, laughable inconvenience that he could easily outsmart… Continue reading…
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