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My Secret Life, chapter three. (Story from the previous chapter.)

I was neither a murder suspect, nor a target for an
international spy organization. But I drove a car down
the Jersey Turnpike at 80 mph.

A police officer pulled me over and asked for my driver's
license. He said I was going 20 mph over the speed limit.

I instantly pointed to my wife and said "I'm in a hurry,