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“What? 175?! That is literally highway robbery! Can’t I take a class or something?” Bev, much to her annoyance, was trying to do her civic duty and pay her speeding fine. Somehow the same stoic Goth young woman from the reception desk at the police station in Alpine had made her way to the courthouse in Fort Davis. Some kind of job rotation no doubt. She stared at Bev blankly.
“No class?! What happens if I want to protest the ticket?”
Goth girl handed her a form. “Still costs $50,” she managed to explain.
“Good God!” Bev began filling out the form, “You do take credit cards, don’t you?”
Bev’s new best friend pointed to a sign taped to a pillar behind the desk “CASH ONLY”.
“Crap.”
“Is there a problem miss?” Goth girl smiled over Bev's shoulder. Bev recognized the voice immediatel
