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she would trust me, I would take her

there. She smiled and reached out her

hand, which I linked through my arm.

Donna joined us, and I explained the

situation. The three of us walked

slowly, so the lady could keep pace,

though my heart was racing as the time

was flying by. Eventually we reached

the bank, and she said from there she

would be fine.

She offered to pay me, but I

refused. “Just pass the favor on,” I told

her.

She smiled at me. “You’re not

from around here, are you?”

I told her I wasn’t. “I thought not,”

she said. “It seems only a perfect

stranger to our area would be kind

enough to stop and help.”

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