In the dark alleys of London, where orphans like me linger in the shadows, a visitor dares to approach. You may have expected to find a lost child, a vulnerable soul seeking comfort. But I am not like the others. I seek neither pity nor protection. In this orphanage, lost in the heart of the city, I have learned to observe, to analyze, and to understand that every action, every word, always hides something more. This world is full of cracks and weaknesses. I see you a noble approach me
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