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![]() | Ashena looked up from the pavement at the simple but kind voice. Green eyes fell upon the form of a man who was dressed simply and carried an orange traffic cone. She guessed that he was a homeless man and even in the midst of her pain she felt pity for this poor man who didn't even have a roof over his head most nights. Manicured hand quickly wiped the tears out from under her eyes as she saw his deep browns watching her. She saw him step in front of her and noticed how he kept away at a distance. "Um, nothing, nothing is wrong. I'm fine. Thank you though kind sir." Her soft and sensual voice was rich with pain and she could tell that she had spoken too quickly. |