Blue lights flashed in my rearview mirror. I was driving west on 95th Street in a dark blue Chevy Impala with expired license plates, and I had been speeding. It was late at night. The rain was light, and I was nervous. Any time is a bad time to go to jail, but tonight would be the worst. As the officer approached, I rolled the window down. Shining his flashlight in...
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