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Stopped & Frisked

Part I “Speed up Brittany, he’s right behind us!” “I am, I am!” I yelled. I was already doing 92 mph, which was at least 45 miles over the speed limit, and I was praying that I wouldn’t crash into anyone or anything. Going to jail was not in the cards tonight, yet that is exactly where my boyfriend D’Angelo and I were headed if we were caught. We’d only been hanging out with other friends from around the neighborhood in a nearing park, doing what most 18 year olds do on a sum

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