I brushed aside the dirt and grim and looked closely to make out some words. As soon as I applied brakes, he scurried forward and handed me that crumbled piece of paper. I was extremely tired after driving for three consecutive hours yet couldn’t resist myself form stopping when I saw his old silhouette just inches away from my blue mustang. It was past midnight and freezing cold, He had in his hands a piece of paper clutched tightly and was trying to wave to the cars passing by. An old man was slowly walking by the side of the unpaved street.
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