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The four lovelies sat at the far end of the back of the Mexican joint, the last table before the stairs to the loft. It was the post-holiday Friday out, a time to catch up on the past months churning events in each of the beautiful lives.

As the stories were dished out over happy hour margaritas, a couple descended the stairs, onto their next venue for the evening. As the man walked past their table at the bottom of the landing, he turned and dropped a $20 on their table. "Just a random act of kindness," he said as he walked away. "Enjoy your evening."

This was a novel experience, even for such a set of extraordinary beauties, in such a grim economic state. They looked across the table at each other, mildly shocked at the moolah from heaven.

"We need to go out together more often," the little one said.