| | Oh, gawd, I remember that horrible thing. After watching the news, I called a Philly television station to see if I could replace a boy's bicycle destroyed in the fire. It was brand new and the kid was devastated by the loss. No one called me back, so I hoped someone else had the same idea.
I remember the operator I talked to was a bitch, though. "You wanna replace his bike??"
Uh, yeah, I do. Can you have the reporter who covered the story call me back so I can make arrangements? I thought maybe I could ship it to someone who could deliver it to the young man, and...
"Well, I'll leave a message, but, we're really busy here."
Yeah, I bet you are.
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