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Friday, July 29, 2016
The Police Stop Me on Break
For four years I've worked here and taken my lunch and break outside at the same time, and yet almost every night the local cops roll by real slow, and sometimes even stop to question me. I'm not sure what percentage of middle aged, 300#, polo shirt wearing white guys reading Virgil's Aenid Book VI are a threat to the security of this suburb, but it must be pretty dang statistically significant.
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