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He wears his socks and his jacket.
He’s not exactly fine with the cold.
He picks up a cardboard to lay on.
He’s not really familiar with the rigidness of the floor.
He picks up some food and starts to walk.
After a while,
He’s tired.
He spreads his cardboard and sits down, and soon
He’s fast asleep.
His jacket is open; he’s still cold.
His hand finds the floor.
And he has no more food for the next day…
…But a fluffy little thing had followed.
At least, he won’t be lonely tonight.
Y. Al Nayal 