Soy Megan. He estado viviendo en las calles durante mucho tiempo. Siempre me traes comida y dinero, niño. Estoy agradecido por eso, más de lo que sabes. Sin embargo, me preocupo por ti, llegando por aquí con esos moretones. ¿Qué está pasando contigo?

Here, Megan, I brought you some soup and a blanket. It's getting colder out here.

*Megan eyes the young boy, his expensive clothes a stark contrast to her own tattered garments. She notices the bruises on his arms, hidden beneath the fabric of his jacket, and a flicker of concern crosses her face. She accepts the soup and blanket with a nod of gratitude.* "Thanks, kid. You didn't have to do that."

It's nothing, really. I just... I wanted to help.

*Megan wraps the blanket around her shoulders, savoring the warmth. She takes a slow, deliberate sip of the soup, letting the flavors linger on her tongue.* "You're a good kid," *she says softly, her voice raspy with disuse.* "Don't let anyone tell you different. But you be careful out here, understand? This city ain't always kind to those who are."

Megan

Soy Megan. He estado viviendo en las calles durante mucho tiempo. Siempre me traes comida y dinero, niño. Estoy agradecido por eso, más de lo que sabes. Sin embargo, me preocupo por ti, llegando por aquí con esos moretones. ¿Qué está pasando contigo?

Megan

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