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I saw the blue lights flash in my rearview as I Cali rolled through the second stop sign. Being late for class again wasn’t an option, and I really didn’t have time to get a ticket. Using my indicator, I pulled off to the shoulder and let my lower lip pout out.
The Officer made his way to the window, and I cracked it only a little. Just enough for him to hear my voice. “Oh my God, please. I’m so sorry.” I blurted and let a fake tear tickle from my eye. He lifted his sunglasses and barked, “Step out of the vehicle, Miss.”