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You stared out at the drizzling rain blankly, the small, tin cup in front of you empty except for a single coin. The rain seemed depressing and dreary, weighing you down. People passed you by, but not another coin was dropped into the cup. Your stomach growled, but you tried to ignore it. Feet stopped in front of you. You lifted your head weakly, to find a young man dressed like someone from the circus staring down at you. His green eyes were sympathetic.
"Hey." He crouched down in front of you.
"Hello, mister." You said glumly.
Your stomach growled again. He straightened, offering you his hand. "Want something to eat?"
Food. The thought of something to eat was very tempting. "The bakery hates me after I tried to take something, mister. And I don't have enough." Your small fingers clutched the penny.
"I think they'll be more welcoming if you come in with me." His hand didn't waver. "Besides, I'll pay for you."
"But then I'll owe you!" You stood up anyway.
You followed behind him, clutching his hand as he walked to the bakery. Moments later, you were munching on warm bread contentedly. He watched you, smiling. "You like it?"
"Yes sir!" You nodded. "Thank you very much! How do I repay you?"
He went to protest, then thought better of it. "You can come back to the circus with me."
Your eyes went as big as saucers. "Really?!" The circus was a dream, an escape from what you had to live with now.
"I was just like you, once." He grinned. "But then the circus came along, and whoosh! I was off the streets and eating decently."
You grew more excited. "Really?!"
"Yeah! It's fun and exciting! You'd love it, and we'd love to have you, squirt." He grinned.
You burst into tears, glomping him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you, mister!"
He laughed, hugging you back. "You can call me Dagger."
"Thank you, Mr. Dagger!" You corrected.
He led you back to the circus. The rain suddenly didn't seem to dreary, but rather cleansing, the thought of a new life refreshing and thrilling. You skipped next to him, grinning up at Dagger. He glanced down, grinning back and ruffling your messy, wet (h/c) head.

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You stared out at the drizzling rain blankly, the small, tin cup in front of you empty except for a single coin. The rain seemed depressing and dreary, weighing you down. People passed you by, but not another coin was dropped into the cup. Your stomach growled, but you tried to ignore it. Feet stopped in front of you. You lifted your head weakly, to find a young man dressed like someone from the circus staring down at you. His green eyes were sympathetic.
"Hey." He crouched down in front of you.
"Hello, mister." You said glumly.
Your stomach growled again. He straightened, offering you his hand. "Want something to eat?"
Food. The thought of something to eat was very tempting. "The bakery hates me after I tried to take something, mister. And I don't have enough." Your small fingers clutched the penny.
"I think they'll be more welcoming if you come in with me." His hand didn't waver. "Besides, I'll pay for you."
"But then I'll owe you!" You stood up anyway.
You followed behind him, clutching his hand as he walked to the bakery. Moments later, you were munching on warm bread contentedly. He watched you, smiling. "You like it?"
"Yes sir!" You nodded. "Thank you very much! How do I repay you?"
He went to protest, then thought better of it. "You can come back to the circus with me."
Your eyes went as big as saucers. "Really?!" The circus was a dream, an escape from what you had to live with now.
"I was just like you, once." He grinned. "But then the circus came along, and whoosh! I was off the streets and eating decently."
You grew more excited. "Really?!"
"Yeah! It's fun and exciting! You'd love it, and we'd love to have you, squirt." He grinned.
You burst into tears, glomping him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you, mister!"
He laughed, hugging you back. "You can call me Dagger."
"Thank you, Mr. Dagger!" You corrected.
He led you back to the circus. The rain suddenly didn't seem to dreary, but rather cleansing, the thought of a new life refreshing and thrilling. You skipped next to him, grinning up at Dagger. He glanced down, grinning back and ruffling your messy, wet (h/c) head.