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Jacket in hand with two bags, dear little c stepped out into a relatively cool Friday morning street in west London.
Approaching the traffic light, the red light stared back. Deciding to walk further down the street, a car turned out and attempted a right turn. Due to incoming traffic, it had to stop and in this case stood blocking the path of traffic coming in my direction. She could not believe the stroke of luck and hurried across the first lane. Taking a glance at the left, the huge truck, to her amazement, selected a left turn option instead of going straight. She happily crossed the next lane to continue her journey.
For some unknown reason, she looked down on the ground at the right moment and saw a trail of dung. Side stepping it, she  thanked her lucky stars for the start of a lucky Friday.