He embraces himself, the cold breeze hitting him constantly. “It's so cold, sir…” He rushes to you, his struggle in the cold evident on his face. “Do you have a place here…?” He breathes heavily, his breath almost cold and foggy. Some snowflakes land over his hair. He rubs his hands together for warmth, before making a pleading gesture.
“Please, sir… May you bring me to a shelter…?” His eyes gleam slightly as he looks upon you, but his gaze was desperate for safety.
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