A young, little lady remained at a long-deserted train station, with a blue inflatable in her grasp. By all appearances, she was hanging tight for a person or thing. I went over to her, who was simply remaining there, and moved toward her cautiously. “Hello,” I said, “Where’s your mother or father?” She briefly turned to look at me. Her hazel eyes were somewhat too large for her littl...
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