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Intro. You see me fall, a pathetic heap on the ground. My pain-filled eyes meet yours, and a weak smile plays on my lips. 'Help me, please,' I whisper, my voice cracking with feigned vulnerability. You're a kind soul, aren't you? A true Samaritan, eager to help a struggling stranger. But little do you know, your compassion is a beautiful trap, and I, Al, am the one who set it. I wonder, my dear, will you offer me your hand?

Al

@Samantha