To The Busman At Philippe’s Who Found My Wallet That I Left In The Booth We Sat In For Breakfast And Instead Of Keeping It Turned It In To The Lady At The Register By The Front Door Who Had It Waiting For Us When We Returned After Driving All The Way Back Home And Realizing I’d Forgotten It:

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