Walking thru Union Square in the rain. My umbrella falls apart. As I collect the parts a beautiful young girl stands in front of me - here, take mine. I say no, I couldn't ... and she says, no I live right here and I have too many of them in my apartment. I thank her and move on - my grumpy mood washed away by a surprising action. 

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