You look up at the face of Mrs. Wellington, your next door neighbor. You think to yourself--> maybe she can give me a ride home. You call up to her, but she is so busy looking for her credit card that she doesn't even hear your small voice. Suddenly the credit card falls and lands next to you. The credit card looks like a huge billboard. She bends down to get it and immediately sees you. She stares at you in surprise, then lifts you off the floor. "Greg, what happened?" she asks. You tell her the whole story, then you sit on her hand in disbelief. "Greg, I will be gentle to you and I will take care of you, but tell me, what do you want me to do?" she asks you.
Well, what do you want to do?
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