He slowly made his way to the front door of the shelter. It was like walking through a mob scene in an old movie, only instead of pitchforks, you might get loved to death. They were a ragtag lot, their clothes often missized, worn, and stained. But damn, he'd never seen so many happy and appealing faces.
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