At the end of a tunnel, we passed a bunch of cops. I was sitting at the front of the bus and didn't think much of it, but people behind me started talking about it. They were black students, and the people that were with the cops were people they recognized from their church. I recall a woman was sitting on the curb at the end of the tunnel. I guess there was a car accident or something. She seemed to be crying.
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