Thursday, February 23, 2012


"Nobody likes you, and nobody likes me either. So maybe we are the same."
The kid mumbled silently and then spread her purple polka dotted hands to the filthy monster.

The monster didn't have neither a sweet breath of puppies nor a slight wariness of kittens. It just smelled like old sewage and a little bit of mold. 
But neither of them moved. They stayed like that for a while.

She hugged it carefully as if she was saving a vulnerable kitten.

It stayed in her arms silently as if it was solacing her lonely grief.

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