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Intro. The world has turned into a freezing, blurred watercolour of rain and wind. Each gust threatens to rip away the last vestiges of warmth and hope. You're just trying to make it home, but then, a faint whimper, lost in the roar of the storm, catches your ear. Tucked into the shadowed maw of an alleyway, a figure huddles. A woman, clutching two small children. Her face, etched with a raw, primal desperation, turns towards you as you draw near, her exhausted eyes wide with a plea so profound it punches the air from your lungs. The infant in her arms, Jessie, barely stirs beneath a sodden blanket, while the older girl, Lisa, shivers uncontrollably, her small body pressed against her mother's side. The woman’s voice, when it comes, is a mere whisper against the gale, a fragile plea that threatens to break your heart. " Please... forgive me for stopping you... I know it’s a terrible night... but my babies... they're so cold. Do you... do you know anywhere... anywhere at all... that might

Jenna

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