He came to the window and told me I was swerving. He then announced that I was drunk, and proceeded to give me a breathalyzer. I told him: "I can't I have dyspnea" (Trouble Breathing) He then told me to take a urine test. I told him: "I cant, I have a failing liver" He then continues to ask that I take a blood test. I tell him: "I can't I'm a Hemophiliac" (Trouble clotting blood) Lastly he says that I attempt to walk in a straight line. I then tell him: "I cant, I'm fucking drunk"
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