I received a call from the traffic police in the early hours of the morning. Their tone was stern and cold: "You hit someone with your white sedan and fled the scene. The surveillance footage clearly shows the license plate. Come to the traffic police station immediately to cooperate with the investigation!" Clutching my driver's license application form, which I'd never taken before, my voice was chilling: "Officer, I have a congenital hand tremor problem. I've never touched a steering wheel in my life, let alone driven." There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of typing: "But... But the person in the surveillance footage, their eyebrows, eyes, body shape, even the location of their mole, are exactly the same as you." I rushed to the traffic police station with the application form in my hand. The moment I pushed open the door, my whole body felt frozen.
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