Pungo road. C a l i f o r n i a rolling stop.
Flashing lights in my rearview mirror.
My hands tighten over the stirring wheel.
I find myself pushing in my brake and putting my car in park.
My mind reeling.
"License and registration, ma'am." said the cop in aviator sunglasses with a southern drawl.
I nervously fished through my purse for my wallet.
Then
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