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... in my step as I stared at the man who had spoken. His words rang louder in my ears than they ought to have, slicing through the hum of the crowd like a knife.
I cocked my head at him unsure of what to do and I instinctively shuffled backwards when the man drew closer just as people pressed forward, some were even craning their necks forward from their store to get a better look at me.
The man seemed harmless while displaying his roughened hands wearing worn-out patched clothing a ...
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