If they don't want her
I will take her in
To live in my house
I know that she is homeless
But I feel that I have to give her a placxe to sleep
Out of the cold
Or otherwise she will die out there
I am wear that she is a youth that run away from home
And was living on the street until I rescue her today
To be honest with you
She is happy with me and that is fine with me
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