Pleading
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Our lives are interwined - At least that's what I believe.
I believe that the guy at the traffic lights, begging for money? You know him? The one you never spare a couple of coins for, the one you just roll up your window when you see, the one you call lazy for begging for money? Yeah that's the one.
I believe he serves a purpose in your life. No matter how small, he has a purpose in your life.
This story is about Norah, and the purpose she serves in other people's life.
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