“I’d like you to deliver these balloons,” she said, handing the bike messenger the strings to a multicolored cluster of helium balloons. They spread out behind her like a peacock’s tail, completely blocking the door to his office.
“What’s the delivery address?”
“There’s no address. These balloons aren’t for anyone in particular. They’re for the city,” she replied.
This wasn’t his strangest request, and she tipped generously. It was embarrassing at first, but as he handed out the bright balloons, he could feel the gray mood of the city lighten.
He supposed everyone needed a balloon from time to time.

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