He was stuck at the main intersection, police cars littered the corners with their lights on, the officers themselves holding off the upset cars, others waving through the large unmarked white vans that had been steadily driving through for as long as Calvin had been stopped. Each one … “Yeah, sorry about that Mr. Brunsworth, there was some weird traffic today,” he said, running his fingers through his blonde hair, it was a nervous habit his mother always scolded him for. …

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