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Kyle on the ride home sat and thought about the events tonight. She was just as beautiful when he saw her tonight as she was the first time he saw her. She had a heart of ice but a beautiful face. He did not get even so much as a thank you tonight and then the audacity of her throwing that money at him like she was doing him a favor.

He would take the sleeping under the bridge over anything she offered. He told himself that he would not be back there. He had done a good deed and that was that. He remembered what Mildred had said just days before, that not all those things the rich has is important. They are just material things.

But sometimes, he wondered how it would feel to live in that world.