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The taxi driver smiled warmly at her as he took her two obnoxiously large suitcases and eased them into the boot of the cab. He held open the door as she slid in the back, dragging in a large backpack with her. He moved calmly about the cab and into his seat as she watched, her eyes wide. He made small talk as he drove, aimlessly for a while, noticing the way she kept twisting and turning, watching the world behind them. Finally, she told him where she wanted to go and he headed in that direction. The airport. He continued to talk, even though he received no response from her. It wasn't until he had stopped, taken her money and retrieved her suitcases that he realised he'd seen her somewhere before. Where, he couldn't be certain, but he was sure he'd seen her. Perhaps if she had cleaned herself up a little, he'd know. She was a scrawny thing. Her hair oily, her eyes darkly shadowed as if it had been weeks since she'd last slept well. He sighed as he slid behind the wheel, holding the notes she'd given him. Keep the change, she'd said, just keep it. He smiled as he pocketed it and started the cab. Whoever she was, he'd have very much liked to have thanked her properly – a meal, on him – for the tip. It was about fifty dollars more than the fare.
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