"A few years ago, my wife and I found ourselves passing by the Ternes metro station in Paris around 2am. We were walking back to our hotel from a late dinner and the city was perfectly still. A young man ran up, tears streaming down his face. He sobbed in an English accent: "I've just lost my passport! Oh god, what do I do?!" We told him to stay calm, go to his hotel, and head to the British embassy in the morning. He jogged off, still distraught. As we continued our walk around the deserted…"
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