She sat wrapped in a have reduced to hoping to warm up to winter, but it was unable to help her little tattoo had gone cold. She doesn't dare go back home with my fear. My father is always with her brutal father time drunk ...She's afraid of a little boy ran too ... winter, shivering all over, grey. Her hands are almost sharp, cold icy. She tried to keep a smaller contraction again, but she was still cold, it. She does not feel warm up at all, really.
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