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I am nervous as I drive up, and see that you are already home.  
Hesitantly I walk into the house, knowing and fearing what is to 
come.

You're sitting at the kitchen table.  Not even making eye contact 
with you, I reach into my purse and pull out the folded yellow 
piece of paper.  It's still slightly stained with a few of my 
teardrops, from my unsuccessful attempts to invoke sympathy from 
the policeman.

Trembling, I remember last time, and how long it was before I was 
able to wear a bra again--and that was only 14mph over the limit, 
not 22.

I bite my lip and curse myself--*why* didn't I throw out that cat 
o' nine tails during spring cleaning, when I had the chance?

Vainly, I hope that you will be understanding.  Or at the very 
least that I will be allowed to wear a t shirt this time.  

I look at you, and I wait.



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