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I peered slowly outside my window to see her shivering in the cold November winds. I didn't know her but I felt bad for her. What had she done to deserve this? Three weeks ago, I saw her sitting on the corner of the road where there is shade. She looked well fed and her clothes also weren't torn. This meant that she wasn't some street urchin who wanted nothing to do with their life. Sometimes when she is asleep, I'd leave some food or a few dollars beside her. I wonder who she was. I had never seen her in this part of the city before. In spite of the dirt on her body and clothes, bags under her eyes and how thin she was, she was still very pretty. I had a strange desire to talk to her. I wanted to know her reason for being on the street. But I had my doubts that that'd ever happen. I think I'm in love with the girl living outside.
In Love With The Girl Living Outside
