As Kevin began typing a letter to Stephanie, he couldn't get over how dainty his hands now were. Still, he felt so responsible for sticking her in that cabbie's body that he couldn't waste anytime. He wrote: "Dear Stephanie, You probably won't believe me when I tell you that I never intended to steal your body. It happened to me about a month prior when I used that very same cab. My name is...or was...Kevin, and the cabbie stole my body. I never expected it to happen a second time. I am trying to think of some similarities between the two situations in the hopes that you will be able to recreate the events so that you can have a new life of your choosing. I know it will never replace your old body, but it's all I can think of to do. In both situations, I felt paralyzed. When I was the driver, I couldn't get out of the cab, I just felt like I had to keep driving. When I became you, I also couldn't go back to the cab, I just had to keep walking. Both times, the tip was $50. I'm sorry, but that's all I remember. Maybe make a journal to keep track of information like this. I'm sure it will happen again, something just tells me that, and anyone else needs to know..."
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