She calls out to the man on the street:
Sir, can you help me? It's cold
and I've nowhere to sleep.
Is there somewhere you can tell me?
Is there somewhere you can tell me?
He
walks on, doesn't look back. He pretends he can't hear her.
He
starts to whistle as he crosses the street.
She's embarrassed to be there.
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Cada minuto que has invertido en esto, ha merecido la pena, muy buen blog Ana ;)
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