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A Passenger

One night at 3 a.m. I took a cab and asked the driver to take me home. I was playing with my phone for a while.

In about 20 minutes I raised my eyes to realize we are in a bad part of the city and I noticed we are heading to some suspicious garage in the middle of nowhere.

Immediately I took out my nail file – the only sharp object I’ve had and could potentially use as a weapon. At this moment the taxi driver stopped the car, stretched, looked in the mirror and screamed:

“Arrrr, who the hell are you?” It turned he completely forgot that he took a passenger!

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