He was loved for a decade, and then he was trash on a New York street. For ten years, he knew the softness of a sunbeam on a carpet, the steady rhythm of a heart beating beside him in sleep. He had a name. He had a home. He thought it was forever. Then, in a single, brutal moment, the life he knew vanished. The familiar scent of home was replaced with the reek of gutter trash and exhaust fumes. The gentle hands were replaced with shoving crowds and cold concrete. This sweet, trusting soul, who h

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