The cab driver.

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„Tough night?“, the cab driver asked.
I sank into the seat. There was no need for an answer.
It was one of too many tough nights I had survived recently.
They were written under my eyes, on my lips, over my chest.
They were glued to my fingertips.
I had never felt so lost in my life. I had never felt so tired.
The cab driver nodded slowly. Then he started the car.
„Let’s get you home“, he said.

And suddenly I knew I was save.

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