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The Woman on the Street

“So you don’t know who I am?!”

“Excuse me, ma’am, but I’m really in a hurry. Goodbye.”

He brushed her hand away as if it were the hand of a small girl, and not the hand of a grown woman. He really didn’t have time for this! He had a very important meeting in a couple minutes, and his business needed that million dollars!

But she didn’t give up that easily.

“Please, sir! Please! I’m begging you! Stop!”

But he didn’t do anything. In his mind, this annoying girl, probably some kind of poor street vendor, would quickly leave if he just ignored her. But it wasn’t a street vendor…

“I just wanted to speak to you about your son!!!”

He wasn’t married… He had never had any children…

He stopped.

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