The seller: matches.Cold, the snow is falling, and the night is coming up. Today is the last day of the year, new year"s Eve to welcome the new year in, the cold cold. And the dark, in the street, there are a lot of people went out shopping. A gift with looks fresh because today is new year"s Eve, and among the people of those mobbing has little girl dressed with clothes. Old and dirty man walking along the road to sell matches, which is her career there. She wrapped the matches in apron and hold it in hand. The big boy walked shouting matches for sale indefinitely. "Who want to stick with matches?... matches. Matches.""My aunt legs... Please mercy bought match for me," she said, with two sales of mother and daughter, one pass. With the hope that the two mother and daughter seems to be kind, you don"t know that maybe she will receive mercy? It may be "matches the home already a lot... Much there is no end? No yes. Try to ask for others to see. "No one bought the match from her throughout the day and no one give you even a penny. Poor little rat. Walking head chills and hungry are greatly. Snowflake fluffy on Grand Island I long golden hair of her shoulders. Of course, I don"t think for airscrew in their own right, nothing new.She tried to sell matches. If today you sell a bundle or can"t match. Money even for one shilling one. When home by empty-handed. You"ll be my father who is a drunkard hitting it abused girls. This little had to walk to sell matches her around like daydreaming. And while she was going to cross the street. The other side. It has sailed past the cart with high speed, so she can jump. It made the old shoes. She wore it to bounce off. In all direction. She was shocked, but cried about her shoes with a loud voice, "Oh, your shoes.Poor child, follow my shoes
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