Stale light from the street lamp pours in as you open the door. You shade your eyes from the glare. The pathetic figure before you is as frail as he is tall. A coldness settles upon you. It is not a superficial kind of cold-- it is pervasive-- the kind that gets into your bones and stays. With eyes cast downward, a trembling voice says:
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