All cabs smell the same.

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I don’t think the driver noticed my tears.

I had slipped away to over a year ago, in another city.

I didn’t know at the time that it was the last time I’d see him, but I certainly knew it could be.  I was crying that time too, and not saying a word.  Just unseatbelted, riveted, trying to think a way out of getting on a plane.

Awful as it might sound, I love taking cabs.

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