Red Light
Quilly | December 9, 2008
So I leave work, I have plenty of time, I’m not in a hurry, and I’m driving down McCully Street. The traffic light turns red so I stop. That’s what you’re supposed to do at a red light, right? Stop. [Nods head.] I did. I stopped. I looked right. I looked left. I looked right [...]
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