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A small fist clutched around John's pant leg, making him stop short as the little girl attached to it pulled him close. Wide green eyes peeked out of blonde hair slick with rain, her face caught in a tiny worried frown. "Are you my mommy?" she whispered. Her voice had a tinge of what he thought was desperation. John hesitated for a moment before shaking his head, wondering if there was something wrong with the girl's eyesight. "Did you lose your mommy, hun?" he demanded. She seemed even smaller when he had crouched down, her gold topped hair barely coming up to his chin. He covered her with the umbrella, shivering as the rain began to splatt