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Professor MacPherson parked his car in front of Mason’s house at exactly 5:08 pm. “Thank you for the ride, sir,” Mason said. “You thank me a lot; I only do what I am in position to do,” professor MacPherson said. “In the world we are, it’s not everyone who can render help that renders it. We have a few people who render help and one of those people is you,” Mason said.

Professor MacPherson smiled and said, “Well, it’s only wickedness that can prevent people from rendering the help they can offer. Discussion closed, you need to get out of this car now.” “If you insist; besides, we are tired already,” Mason said. Mason clutched his briefcase and alighted from the vehicle. Professor MacPherson wound up all the glasses and drove the car away silently.

“Professor MacPherson has been a pillar to my family; I pray he will be rewarded for his gestures,” Mason muttered to himself after trailing at the