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He tightens his grip around the little cold hand he holds. He pulls his thin threadbare coat around himself. He doesn't slow his pace for a moment as he glances down at the little boy. He sees that his face is red from the freezing winds. His upper lip is wet from a cold he can't get rid of, but there is no tissue to wipe it with. There is nothing to protect him from the biting winter.

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