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	<title>Comments on: My faith in the world has been restored.</title>
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		<title>By: Miss 604</title>
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		<description>Sometimes little things like that surprise me as well. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When I moved to Boston I was on the subway, &quot;T&quot;, and sifting through my purse. When I got off at the station a questionable-looking guy started following me. Then he picked up the pace and came chasing after me - honestly I got a little scared until he said &quot;you dropped this&quot; and then sped away. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was my wallet, which must have fallen out on the train when I was going through my purse. I looked inside and everything was still intact. It would have been devastating to lose it in a foreign city. After that day I trusted my second-home city a little more.</description>
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<p>When I moved to Boston I was on the subway, &#8220;T&#8221;, and sifting through my purse. When I got off at the station a questionable-looking guy started following me. Then he picked up the pace and came chasing after me &#8211; honestly I got a little scared until he said &#8220;you dropped this&#8221; and then sped away. </p>
<p>It was my wallet, which must have fallen out on the train when I was going through my purse. I looked inside and everything was still intact. It would have been devastating to lose it in a foreign city. After that day I trusted my second-home city a little more.</p>
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