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Chris looked around nervously. She was normally a private person and was therefore quite uncomfortable in the large crowd of people. She shuffled her way towards the edge of the crowd. As she reached the edge, she stopped a young man who seemed to be pushing his way towards the center of the crowd. "Excuse me, dear, but could ya' tell an old woman what all the fuss is about?," she asked. He has a glazed look in his eyes and only mumbles something about having to get to the front before pushing on again, paying no attention to Chris. She stared at hom, and rounded her finger against her prayer beads. The young man was her son.

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