It was a man's brown leather wallet. I hurriedly looked up in time to see the owner speeding away, oblivious that the wallet had fallen.

I was late so, I cantered on believing that the other persons in the subway would give him the wallet. When I got to the subway, I looked back towards the direction of the wallet and observed that it was still on the ground. No one had taken it up. There were several persons around the wallet, a young man listening to an iPod, a woman chuckling and talking on her cell phone. They each looked at the wallet but did not attempt to return it to the owner. This infuriated me; I looked further down the station to see if I could see the man who dropped the wallet.

He was tearing though the station like a cheetah. I ran back, picked up the...
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