Lake Charles Narrative

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About 3 months ago I was sitting in my car thinking why am I here and how did I get here. I was all the way in Lake Charles, LA, about 6 hours from home. Earlier that day I had gotten so upset with everyone I got in the car and just started driving. I'm not one to let my emotions get to me or others but this had built up to the point where I was feeling tears rolling down my face uncontrollably and plunging down to my phone in my lap, I was having a breakdown. I pulled off the highway to get gas at this old dingy gas station where I saw two sheriffs searching this women's car. I dried my tears got out and tried to pay for my gas but the pump wasn’t reading my card and it started to irritate me. One of the sheriffs standing by the car noticed

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