After I'm done with my errand, I unlock my bike from the fence and trundle it down the steaming hot sidewalk to the light.
As I pass by the empty, parked taxis, I see a ten dollar bill on the ground. No one is around, so without breaking stride I scoop it up and slip it into my pocket in a single, smooth motion.
Almost immediately, I feel a pang of guilt at the thought of a taxi driver losing ten of his hard-earned dollars out of his pocket, but I don't stop walking, and I don't turn around.
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