graciously borrowed from
skitten The Cab Ride
I arrived at the address and honked the horn.
After waiting a few minutes I walked to the door and knocked.
'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice.
I could hear something being dragged across the floor..
After a long pause, the door opened.
A small woman in her 90's stood before me..
She was wearing a print
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