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A while back, I was walking to a friends house, and some woman wearing torn clothing walked up to me in a hysterical state. She was crying and shaking, telling me that her husband had taken both her two kids away from her, and was on his way to the airport. At first I wasn't sure what to think of it, but she kept crying and begging me to help her. I called the police station and expained the situation. The receptionist interrupted by telling me not to take notice, because the lady I was phoning about, had been responsible for countless calls to the 112 emergency line every day...
I let go of her hand, and hurried off feeling like a twat.
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