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Shanti village When young. No friends, no family , no warmth. A complete street rouge with nothing on but her mother shirt. At a river bank, she watch her face why staring at the fish that leap for the river with greedy eyes. She was hungry but couldn't fish. The little one was scared to drown as she knew no one would care to save her or her shirt got wet. No one would give her a cloth to wear. She stared at the fish a pui... Someone has entered the river. That night the little girl eat a lot of fried fishes and had a big coat to sleep with. Stund... Marianne was startled and woke up from her boring stumpot . Stund She waved the children to diff to the darkness as she hugged the child in her arms why whispering everything was going to be okay. Stund She noticed the child within her grip had woke up and for some reason she couldn't help but tear up. Stund ' it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay. Will would love though this.. will would survive. The child blinked at her and held her face. Those were the frighten time when pant were wet. . . . " Why are you helping me?" This sentence deformed through her clot tougue. A little girl with blemish skin ,on a smooth round head with few gery yello hair and green eyes. Clutch the coat with tiny fingers of greed and eyes filling determined fear at the latter. A 12 years old boy called Leon, her firstlove, the father of her first death born. He smiled. God was he breath taking to lean to a rouge. And make a heart boom if forgiven. " What your name little one?" Speaking like a man that can't be no little. This charter is really short. Thanks for reading.
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