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As Jean Valjean stood alone, a large crowd of people passed by, their footsteps echoing on the cobblestones. But they were oblivious to the young boy's presence, too consumed by their own worries and troubles to notice the despair in his eyes. Jean Valjean felt invisible in the bustling city, like a mere ghost among the living.
Can you read to me?