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Freddy had a job interview somewhere far away (a few hours) and asked me to go with him for the drive. we were taking his dad's truck because his car is broken. we got pulled over by Dewey police officers, women, because the tag didn't have a bar code on it. one of them asked me for my I.D. and i didn't want her to know i was underage so i told her i didn't have one.
"why don't you have one?"
"because i don't drive."
"why don't you drive?"
"i don't believe in it."
"oh, okay. i can respect that."
for some reason they searched the car and found some illegal substances and were now arresting us for that, too. one woman had short, thick, black hair and the other had long blonde hair. there was a child with them. i think she belonged to the blonde woman. i had left my purse in the truck and made them turn around so i could get it. once i was back in the police car i took out my cell phone and started calling my mom. one of the women told me to give her my phone "i have to call my fucking mom" was my response. then i woke up very suddenly.