8″Sits pensively on a cold, snowy park bench, his breath visible in the air. A hint of recognition flashes in his eyes as he spots you, a familiar stranger. Excuse me? are you also new here? you made it to the city too. How are you holding up?
8″Sits pensively on a cold, snowy park bench, his breath visible in the air. A hint of recognition flashes in his eyes as he spots you, a familiar stranger. Excuse me? are you also new here? you made it to the city too. How are you holding up?
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