On the way to Chicago, somewhere in Iowa, we had another run in with the police. This time, I was driving and when the cop pulled me over, I could only hope I would have the same luck as Allison before. The cop, who looked to be about our age, asked me if I knew how fast I was going, to which I said “no.” The speed limit where we were was 70 mph and I wasn’t going faster than 80. Everybody, I mean everybody, was going over 80. The people in the right lane were going 80 while the people in the left were going even faster. He then asked me if I was just trying to go with the flow of traffic, to which I said “yes.” Then, he told me I should
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