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by Anna Hope L.
Texas, KUHT
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Page 3
“Perhaps I could help,”
Startled I turn, “Who are you?”
“Curtis. How can I help?” A young New Yorker wearing a black coat, white collar, white gloves, and a friendly grin stood in front of me.
“I came to have dinner with my family.”
“Where did they go?” he questions.
“To TIMES SQUARE; they forgot about me, wedged in the couch cushions and left in that yellow cab!”
“Too bad! I was going to clear the tables, but you need help!”
“Well, I was going to find them, but I don’t know where to go!”
“How about the new cab stop on 42nd street? It’s just two blocks down the street.”
"Thanks!"
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