Millions

Millions are out there.

We see it every day.

On the streets.

In parks.

Near houses.

They're out there.

Millions of them.

New York, San Francisco, Los Angeles.

Desperate for help.

Desperate for a chance.

Millions unarmed, millions without a home.

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