A girl sits alone in a cold, black room. Her mother is not here. Her father is not here. She has one small tree — and one big want.
Es de noche. La noche es fría. La noche es oscura.
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A girl sits alone in a cold, black room. Her mother is not here. Her father is not here. She has one small tree — and one big want.
Es de noche. La noche es fría. La noche es oscura.
Opening lines