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Windy wonderful street friend

Windy wonderful street friend

The cold bit at my face as I walked the streets, the 39-degree wind cutting through my layers like it had a personal grudge. But as I passed a man sitting quietly on the curb, I forgot my own discomfort. He wore a smile so pure and inviting it outshone the chill in the air—though his smile revealed something else: he had no teeth.

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