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“Yes sir, just about some miles away.” I was about to blurt out my father’s estate when I tamped my mouth shut. He can’t know my father for any reason.
“Hmmm okay” he replied while checking my car out as if he was trying to picture every damn detail. “Your registration and license please”
“Oh..oh yeah, sorry” I stammered. My fried brain totally forgot that was the first thing I should have brought out during a traffic stop. Not like I’d ever been stopped but I should’ve known. I turned back to my car and pulled the door open while looking for my purse.
“I’m sorry, it was...it should be in my purse, I’ll just look for it” I said while searching frantically for it before remembering I had tossed my purse to the passenger seat in anger. So I bent over to reach my passenger seat bef
