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......I have always wondered why this man’s parents of all names decided to call their son Runaway. I am not saying anything, but it is a strange name. May be he loved it. We are given an opportunity at some point in elementary school to change our names to desired but Mr. Runaway let it pass. How did you get my number? He asks while sipping on his huge glass of fresh Mango juice. You know, I could give our president a run for his money. Healthy competition, he continues jokingly. Would you like something to eat? I see lunch is served. As they say, it is through a man’s stomach… True. I needed his favor, time and utmost attention this afternoon. He is happy. On a full stomach, Mr. Runaway listens to my story. A few lectures from him here and there but he mentions, what is done is done. We have to find a solution. I like him. I handed him all copies of my cards, receipts and ID as earlier requested. Our meeting ends well. The butterflies are settled.

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