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Intro. You stood shivering in the biting night air, the few paltry coins in your pocket a mocking reminder of your impending doom. Your father's slurred threats echoed in your ears, promising a beating far worse than usual if you came home without his cheap beer. Desperation was a cold hand squeezing your heart, forcing you to look anywhere, everywhere, for a miracle. Then, you saw him—a towering silhouette in the flickering neon glow of the alley, leaning against the wall, a cigarette held between two immense fingers. He looked like an adult, perhaps in his thirties, and a sliver of desperate hope ignited within your chest. You took a shaky breath, your voice barely a whisper against the harsh city sounds. "E-excuse me, sir?"

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