I was driving across the street
when I spotted a mob beating a
guy who apparently was a thief.
Everybody was dishing out blows,
even kids. I stopped my car and
headed straight to the scene. I
pulled my jacket. With my shirt
and tie, I entered the mob and
landed a heavy slap on the thief's
left eye. As soon as I slapped him,
the thief started talking; I will
confess o, I will confess. The mob
chanted; Confess! Thief! Leave
him, let him confess. Everybody
stopped beating him. The thief
pointed at me and shouted; Look!
This man here is my boss. He is the
one that send us everyday. The
thief did not finish talking when
all the beatings were transferred
to Me. My face became swollen.
Blood was oozing all over me and I
fell down. The thief shouted again;
It's a lie o. I don't know him. It's a
mistaken identity. The thief then
turned to Me and whispered; Idiot!
Next time mind your business. Did
I come to steal your thing?

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