prologue

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It isn't every day that you get up, walk outside, and find a £20 note fluttering in the wind. For me, Mandy Robinson, when I found this £20 note and picked it up, it took me exactly 10 minutes and 32 seconds (or was it 33 seconds?) to figure out what to do with it.

It is true, that most people with a mind of sanity, would keep it. That would be the normal thing to do, right?

Or, if they felt bad, there is the slightest possibility that they would just leave it. But what good would that do for anyone?

It is also true, that as I sat on the pavement wondering about what to do with it, I almost - almost - acted like one of those with a mind of sanity, and kept it.

But then, because my mind thoroughly enjoyed hurting my head and overthinking, I realised four things:

1. this money wasn't mine.

2. It's owner was probably long gone by now so returning it was out of the question.

3. And as much as I wanted to keep it, I didn't need it.

4. So if this money was going to go somewhere, it would go to someone who needed it.

So I, being Mandy Robinson, spent the rest of the day walking the streets of London, taking a few buses, until I found a street performer in Covent Garden, not too far from where I lived, and dropped the money into the guitar case that belonged to the boy with the grey eyes and guitar.

The fingers of the boy immediately stopped strumming as he looked at the money.

I had been to many places and seen many beautiful things but being able to see the look on his face and to know that it was because of me was the most beautiful of all.

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a/n this is just a short prologue for my new story and I hope you like it and carry on reading

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