One night in the not so distant past I stormed out of an argument with my girlfriend in which I clearly was in the wrong. Though I admit this to you now I have not nor will I ever admit my misdeeds to her. As I peeled out of her driveway she threw my wallet and phone into my open window. I threw it right back at her and told her to keep them. The actual words I used I shall not repeat for they were neither nice nor becoming of a Christian man. As I was speeding through the back roads of Catawba County I found myself coming upon a license check. Not only was I driving without a copy of my license I also had neglected to complete my yearly inspection. As I internally mumbled through what I was hoping would form a valid excuse the policeman waved to me a bit too enthusiastically. Standing there was the brother of my girlfriend. I quickly told him of my dilemma and begged for a “free pass.” Before he gave me an answer he asked, “was the fight your fault or hers?” an eyebrow raised waiting for satisfaction. I lowered my head, ready for my fate, and answered, “mine.” He laughed and said, “don’t worry, with Michelle all fights are going to be your fault.” He then gave a polite nod and let me on my way. I shortly turned my car around and headed back to my girlfriend’s house to witfully charm an apology from her. With that I wasn’t so lucky.
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