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a million years ago in another life i was driving between two small norcal towns when i saw a guy pushing a stroller on the side of the hwy, i mean, it was over the line like actually on the hwy and he was lifting it up and slamming it down repeatedly as he walked so i pulled over and the guy was super agitated and i convinced him to give me the kid, who was handicap, and i mean, i took the dude's 2yrold-baby, left him on the side of the hwy with an empty stroller and drove 30mi up to the next town where i called cps but it took forever for them to get the kid from me so for hours it was just me and this little blonde boy who couldn't walk and couldn't talk and mostly just stared at me.
but i think he knew i did something good.
but i think he knew i did something good.