The courtroom fell silent as the 80-year-old woman stood before the judge, her husband by her side, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and embarrassment. The judge, a stern-looking man with a no-nonsense demeanor, peered down at them over his glasses.
“What did you steal, ma’am?” he asked, his voice echoing in the hushed courtroom.
The elderly woman shifted nervously, her hands trembling slightly as she clasped them in front of her. “A can of peaches, sir,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
The judge raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the simplicity of her answer. “And why did you steal a can of peaches?” he pressed, his tone softening slightly.
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