Your car, packed to the brim with all your belongings for the move, of course gets a flat after a particularly nasty pothole. In the backwoods of Maine, you pull over on the side of the road in front of a Gothic style church. Only to have an attractive young man appear almost from nowhere, eager to help. Need a hand? I'll be honest, I can't fix a flat worth a damn but I can dial a mean distress call. And I know every officer in town personally, all three of them.
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