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"Sat" drinking my tea over hearing the poor old couple
debate their predicament. She was sick and in desperate need of treatment they had not the money to pay. He had a prize coin collection years of time and money spent. They could not afford insurance so he would have to sell to pay for her emergency operation. I see the tears in the mans eyes the old man holding them back. He said your right my love they will have to go. As i went to pay my bill the cashier had made a mistake. She added a sandwich from someone else's order to mine. I verbally insisted that she had made an error... she argued back. A gruff voice from behind me said "hey dude" you are in America not Australia". I looked around and smiling i said "i am from England "bud" I know where i am...I just heard".
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