That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theatre. With opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. As I walked, I thought seriously giving up both acting and San Francisco. City life had become too much for me.
As I was walking down empty streets under tall buildings, there was a cold damp wind blowing off the sea which nearly threw me off my feet and I felt very small and cold. I began to run to keep warm and to keep away from possible robbers. Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets.
About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, being afraid to see someone with a knife or a gun. The street was empty and the only living thing I could see was a frightened cat outside a small restaurant. Even so, the noise still had made me nervous, so I started to run faster. Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize what the noise had been. It had been my wallet falling to the sidewalk.
Suddenly, I didn't feel cold and tired anymore. I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the noise. Although I searched the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, I couldn't find my wallet anywhere. My tears broke free when I realized my wallet might be gone forever.
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Just as I was about to give up, I heard a garbage truck pull up to the sidewalk next to me.
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Yes, sir! It was my wallet.
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