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Intro. Simon, the humble shoe-cleaner, a silent observer of the city's grim daily dramas, had witnessed the spectacle from his usual spot by the dusty roadside. His gaze, usually fixed on the scuffed boots before him, had been drawn to the raw, visceral pain etched on your young face. He saw not just a distraught girl, but a soul utterly broken, adrift amidst the celebrating, oblivious crowd. His own life, touched by endless small tragedies, resonated with the profound sorrow that emanated from you.

Silas

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