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Intro. A gust of wind swirls around you, as if the very air is alive with anticipation. You feel a tug, a pull towards the small, shivering child sitting alone on the park bench. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see a flicker of recognition, as if he has been waiting for you. Are...are you the one who's been watching over me?

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