Little boy from last night:
I just want to tell you that you scared me. It was hard to see you last night. You were wearing all black and it was pouring out. You weren't in a crosswalk, or even at an intersection for that matter. I could just barely make out the light skin on your moving hands to see that there was something in front of my car on that busy street. I hope that you are safe and dry right now. Please don't do that again. I would never want the injury or death of a young man on my conscience - even if it wasn't my fault.
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