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Again the wind blew another cold whip. The girl stood there. Her pigtails were a mess, one lower than the other. It looks like she’d slept with them in. Hazel eyes that filled with tears of unknowingness. The old pink shirt with the happy kitty on it was dirty and loose fitting. One shoulder show and an undershirt strap was ripped. Her jeans were too big on her, and torn in one knee. A pack on her back held hardly anything, and in her hands a Barbie. An old bus stop pole was next to her. Today was the last day she’d see her mother.
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