A form of trust
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Amber couldn’t blame the man for his suspicion and said she wanted to help him. “Just come along,” she said gently. Amber seemed to get through to him and after some deliberation he slowly lifted himself off the ground. A slight form of trust was build and he followed Amber through the parking lot. “What happens now?” The homeless man asked while making sure his face remained shrouded in the shadow.
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