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He looked up at the officer, his face sincere. “Officer, I’ve been driving for hours, and I must confess… I’m in a hurry to get to my dog’s birthday party.”
The officer raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
Alex continued, leaning slightly forward as though he were sharing a great secret. “Yes, my dog—his name is Rufus—he’s turning five today. And I promised him I’d be there early to help him open his presents. It’s a big deal for him, you know. He’s been waiting all week for his special day.”
The officer blinked, clearly not expecting this type of excuse. “Your dog’s birthday?”