by ThatPersonWithaFace » Thu Jan 17, 2013 5:09 pm
Orazio huffed, and changed directions again, apparently not getting away from whatever he was trying to escape. He snarled and jumped suddenly to the side as if something had touched him and said in a growl, "You don't even know what you did to Rune, he hates himself for what happened and he shouldn't." He hung his head a bit, "Sometimes I hate him too, and he's my brother, I'm supposed to love him, and I do but . . . " he growled and changed direction again.
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But in the corner, at the cold
hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with
rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth,
leaning against the wall--frozen to
death on the last evening of the old
year. Stiff and stark sat the child
there with her matches, of which
one bundle had been burnt.
"She wanted to warm herself,"
people said. No one had the
slightest suspicion of what
beautiful things she had seen;
no one even dreamed of the
splendor in which, with her
grandmother she had entered
on the joys of a new year.
Pet's name: The Little Match Girl