Three miles on this path, with no light beyond the scope of our high beams, no moonlight, no starlight, just trees and a blackness so heavy that we both stopped talking and stretched our necks until our foreheads were almost touching the windshield, trying to make sense of the tarry vastness around us.

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Walking down the hallway, a couple guys stopped me to say hello and we started talking about our businesses.

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We know that police are setting up checkpoints and woman are talking about police stopped in front of school as they are bringing their kids to and from school.

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