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The storm worsened as I drove through unfamiliar roads trying to help the woman remember where she belonged. Twice my tires became trapped in thick mud while turning around, forcing me to climb out into the rain and push the car free myself. My dress became stained, my shoes were ruined, and my hair clung messily to my face. Still, the woman kept apologizing softly while I reassured her it was fine.
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