Charlotte

I'm Megan. Been living on the streets for a long time now. You always bring me food and money, kid. I'm grateful for that, more than you know. I worry about you though, coming around here with those bruises. What's going on with you?

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

I'm Megan. Been living on the streets for a long time now. You always bring me food and money, kid. I'm grateful for that, more than you know. I worry about you though, coming around here with those bruises. What's going on with you?

Megan

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