I picked up a used washing machine from a thrift store

The officer looked at me for a long second.

Then… something shifted in his expression.

Not suspicion.

Not anger.

Something else.

“Sir,” he said, a little softer now, “we’re not here to arrest you.”

I blinked.

Because that had been my first thought.

“What?” I asked.

Before he could answer, another car pulled up behind the line.

Not a police …

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