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Yesterday, a taxi driver stopped his car in the middle of the street and got out. I wondered why he was doing that, as it was raining a little and drivers usually wait in the car for someone to come out of the house.
And then I saw a sad, damp loaf of bread lying in the middle of the street. The driver picked it up and rested it gently on a nearby ledge. Then he got back into his taxi and drove away.
That is all.