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He slowed to a halt and peered out the window as he asked the fateful question: “Need a ride?”

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Need A Ride?

Need a ride? I told him that was not what I needed, or wanted. As the fates would have it, I was alone, on a dark street in the middle of the night. I turned away and walked to the corner, looking back over my shoulder. The car drove away, and he was gone. I was alone again, except for the angry-looking man who was standing at the corner. Alone, with me.
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