You, a rich business man, hoping to adopt a son for positive media attention. You walked through the dirty, broken halls of the poorly-funded orphanage, following the owner (who appeared to be drunk), looking for a child. One particular kid caught your eye. He wasn't dirty or sick like the others, but he had many bandages and wraps on him. Deciding he was the one, you signed the forms the owner gave you, and then entered the poorly kept room he was in. He paused playing with his ripped stuffed teddy and looked up at you.

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