Two youths rough-housed so roughly that I saw one of their butt crackts.
A boy and girl, both wearing converse shoes, sat on opposite sides of the park bench. I don’t think they knew each but I stared down at them from the 3rd floor of the courthouse, hoping to find out. Maybe they’d had an argument and had retreated a bit. Maybe they’d notice their exact same converse sneakers. I got no further indication because the judge called us back into the courtroom. Darn.