"Man", he said as he stepped onto the porch. "That Gary hit me with sumpin' I ain't never felt before."

I had to laugh, but I felt kinda sorry for him too. "You see", I said, "Robbin' and stealin' from people only gets you hurt. You need to think about givin' it up. Even after you tried to take Gary's bike, he wouldn't have hit you with the stun gun (http://scenttracker.webs.com/) if you hadn't punched him. And it looks like you ran off without your Hannah Montana guitar (http:fendoff.webs.com/) but we'll get it back, I promise."

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I thought for a long time before deciding, but I had to give it a try. I looked at him, down on his luck, and no way to do anything. I had to lend a hand.

"What if I let you help me sell self-protection products like my friends have been using to keep you from stealing from them. Do you think you could sell any?"

He looked at me with a renewed brightness in his eyes. "Oh Yeah! I could sell 'em good! I know I could! Kin ya give me a chance?"

"Yeah" I said, "I'm gonna do just that." I put my arm around his shoulder and guided him in through the front door. "Let's go work out a plan."

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