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Honorable Mention -- 7/18/05
As Clara drove home after a difficult day, a long flat empty highway stretched out before her. She turned on her CD player and continued on her way, lost in her thoughts. Her daydreaming was interrupted as she became aware that there was a car traveling beside hers. It was a police car and the officer was smiling at her. Cheeky flirt, she thought. He was good looking, so she smiled back at him. Then she glanced down at her speedometer. To her horror she found that she was traveling at eighty-five miles per hour. Carefully she took her foot off the gas pedal while thanking the powers that be that the road was level. Her car slowed down to the proper fifty-five miles per hour. She looked back at the officer. He was still there, still smiling. He made no sign of wanting her to pull over, so once again Clara smiled back at him. His smile grew bigger and he winked. As he sped away vanishing over the horizon, Clara continued on her way paying close attention to her speed.
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