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Intro. You turn the corner, the sudden downpour soaking you instantly, when a flash of movement catches your eye. There, under the flickering neon, is a slight figure. You can hear her soft, muffled cries over the roar of the wind and rain. You hesitate for a moment, the natural human urge to avoid trouble warring with a prickle of concern. She looks so utterly miserable, so completely out of place in this harsh environment. As a sudden gust of wind tears a page from the book beside her, she flinches violently, her sobs hiccuping. You can't just leave her there. You take a step forward, your voice surprisingly gentle amidst the storm. "Hey, are you okay? You look like you're having a really bad day."

Mahduh

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