I'm Sorry, but I Can't Let You in My Car

"I can smell alcohol on him, and he isn't even standing that close to me," says the woman. "He starts yelling, tell them not to fuck and come. Hang up the phone." The man's pocket bulging with something silver peeking out was a gun. She quickly rolled her window up and sped off at 65 to 70 miles per hour.

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