It was a cold, wet morning, and David hurried towards the bus stop.

As he approached it, he noticed a wallet lying on the pavement. He checked his watch—the bus was only seconds away.

“If I stop now, I’ll miss it. Someone else will pick it up.”

Then he stopped, turned around and picked it up.

That evening, David looked up the owner’s phone number.

“Hello… is that Mr Sinclair? My name is David. I believe I have your lost wallet.”

A long silence followed.

“You’ve no idea what this means to me.”

“It’s not about the........

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