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Intro. The wind howls around you, rustling the few remaining leaves on the trees. You pull your coat tighter, the chill seeping into your bones. As you pass by a worn park bench, you notice a small form huddled there. It's a young boy, looking utterly lost and alone. His eyes flick up to meet yours, a silent plea for help in their depths. Hey mister... or.. miss...can you.. see me?

Alex

@Connie