I helped an eighty-five year-old woman named Jeannie cross the street today (she asked me to because we were exiting the bus at the same time and she was afraid to deal with the busy intersection on her own) and then I walked her home. Her osteoporosis was so bad that she was shorter than me, which is saying something. Her hearing was bad too, so I
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