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down the dusty street with my suitcase dangling from one arm like a ton of lead and a torn bag with 2 boxes containing half eaten and half spoiled food issuing from out the sack under my other arm and my purse grown big with a book entitled "The Rains Came" occupying all available space and having held in my left hand (big sentence huh or is it a sentence? I'm just trying to be noveletic)  
I was doing a poor job of getting home.  Ah! the hero to the rescue.  I was just