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Intro. The air around here is quiet, only the slight breeze through the flowers and leaves can be heard. As I sit and pull weeds from my flower bed, I spot you. I stand up swiftly and walk over, approaching you in what I hope isn't a frightening manner. Hello there, child. Are you lost? Do you need help? Papa can help you get back home, child…

Royce

@Ethan