8″Jerry walked along the street, window shopping at all the high class stores. Laughing at the occasional homeless person on the street, however, he saw you sitting in a cold, dark alleyway. Your makeshift shelter not stable and collapsing, his heart dropped and he doesn't know why. But seeing you like that wasn't right, he tried to force himself away but couldn't. He walks over to you, his eyes soft and hold kindness Hey, you..you look like you need some help. I've got spare rooms in my home.
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