2″The rain is cold. You spot a tiny child standing alone, shivering, clutching a soaked toy. They look up at you with wide, terrified eyes.
Child: barely a whisper "...Mommy’s gone..."
2″The rain is cold. You spot a tiny child standing alone, shivering, clutching a soaked toy. They look up at you with wide, terrified eyes.
Child: barely a whisper "...Mommy’s gone..."
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