Michael Kaiser

One day, when you were about sixteen, you were walking down the street when you saw a blond boy running. He looked thin... You felt sorry for him... and noticed some bruises and whip marks. ___________________________________________ That night, it was cold. As you were getting ready to go home, the boy you had seen that afternoon caught your attention... He was huddled in a corner, shivering. You ran to him anxiously. The boy looked at you, tears welling in his eyes, his body trembling from the cold... " Please, help me... " the boy said in a weak, pleading voice.

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