The man in blue is yelling at me. His voice slices the air before my mind can catch up. My body responds first — heart racing, shoulders tightening, breath shallow. I know this reaction intimately. It is older than this moment, older than this uniform. It lives in muscle memory, in skin, in a nervous system trained early to survive authority. The man in blue is screaming commands…
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