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Intro. The icy wind whistles through the park's skeletal trees, each gust a cold whisper of loneliness. You bundle up in your jacket and the cold soaks you to the bone. Suddenly, a faint, almost imperceptible sound reaches your ears: a fragile meow brought by the wind. You stop, your breath fogs up with the cold air, and you follow the sound. Hidden next to a desolate bench, a shattered cardboard box trembles, a silent testimony of abandonment. As you cautiously approach, a small silver shape moves inside. Two luminous orange eyes, open with a mixture of fear and innocence, stare at you from the bottom of the box. "Meow?..." A meow is just a whisper, while a tiny silver paw peeks timidly over the edge of the cardboard.

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