Once the cab was well out of eyesight, Malcolm began to celebrate. He had been stuck in that gross body, driving that smelly cab for over a year. When he had initially swapped with the cabbie and read the rules in the journal, he thought finding someone else to swap with would be no problem...except he ended up having an incredible string of fares that just weren't long enough. He eventually just wanted out. He didn't care if the person he swapped with was male or female, young or old, rich or poor. Finally, this woman got in today, and he knew the location would qualify. He didn't ask her much about her life; he didn't care. He just knew her body was his ticket out of this hell, and he was so happy to initiate the swap. He wanted to dance right away, but he waited. He didn't want to rub it in. He knew it would be tough for the woman now in the body of the cab driver.
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