"Shadow Box" by Harlowe Pilgrim

The air rushed through their hair as the car sped down the road.
“You better watch it … one more ticket and you’ll lose your license.”
“No, I’m good.”
“You’re good?”
“I fixed that other ticket.”
“What? How did you …”
“I brought a pizza down to the police station. That and a …” She put her fist up to her cheek and pushed her tongue into her other cheek. Then she smiled. “No more ticket.”
“Are you … seriously?”
Her friend smirked. “What do youthink?”
She didn’t answer.
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