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There he was, standing in the exact same spot as yesterday. Only now, he looked worse; the grey hoodie he wore last time had torn in a few places. His beautiful eyes looked bloodshot, as they blinked rapidly under the direct

light of the sun.

Maybe I should go and offer some help.

"Hello there, you look like you could use somebody."

And then, the smile he gave me, was of pure warmth.

warmth ☯ nh auWhere stories live. Discover now