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Red and blue lights flashed in the rearview mirror. I pointlessly lifted my foot off the gas pedal, as if that would help. I looked for a place to pull off the road, already coming up with my story. By the time the cop reached my window, pad in hand, I’d thought of two great possibilities. When I saw his face, all my excuses were gone. I sighed and rolled down the window. “Charlotte Reynolds, we meet again,”

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toblerone
2020-08-09 

good story