On a heavy rainy day, I drove past a crosswalk and saw a girl using her hand as an umbrella to cross the road. I politely gave way. As the girl passed quickly, she was hit by a car that was speeding by on my right. The car escaped. I sent the girl to the doctor, blaming myself for doing bad things out of good intentions. It was my car that blocked the girl's view. But a year later the girl became my wife. She said she married the conscience of this city!
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