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My uncle has a very beautiful umbrella. He has had it for years. As he is very careful with it, it still looks as as new. I asked my uncle if he bought it or someone him as a gift. He shook his head. “Then how did you get it?” I asked. “Well, ” he answered, “there is a strange true story the umbrella. About ten years ago, I along a quiet London street one evening when it suddenly rained. I had raincoat or umbrella. Gradually, it got quite dark. And the people in the streets were fewer and fewer. Because I was on my way to a party, I was afraid wet. So I stood in a doorway and waited for the rain to stop. No buses ran through the street and there were no taxis. What was worse, there even wasn't a person around, and still it rained and rained. At last a young man came to the place I was standing. He held a large umbrella over his head. As I hoped he would allow me to walk to the next comer with him, where I could get a taxi, I stepped out of the dark doorway where I had been standing. I asked him where he was going with that umbrella. As I suddenly appeared before him, the young man was so shocked that he the umbrella. He ran away and disappeared into the darkness. I picked up the umbrella and continued my walk. I knew it would be hard in this big city to find the of the umbrella, so I it ever since then.”
