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One morning I went out of the house like every day for the purpose of market, winter morning. Extremely cold, very foggy, suddenly I saw the girl standing on the side of the road eating what I know.
I asked what is your name?
She stared at me silently, she was wearing very little warm clothes on a winter morning, she was even barefoot.
So one said his mother doesn't live with his father. His parents don't care about him, he lives with his grandmother, which is a little far from my house, he walks the streets and eats what he gets during the day.
This is how his life goes.
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