Collecting parables

Finally I pulled into a gas station. It was cold and dark and rainy, and I didn't know where I was.

The gas-station man was kind. "I'm lost!" I announced (feeling rather childish). The man smiled warmly. "No, you're not, honey. I know right where you are."

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