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A child sat on the cold street, it was all alone. It looked sick, it was pale and weak, unable to care for it's self it would soon die if not cared for, but it could do nothing. It had learned to speak, write, read, walk, and talk, but it never learned how to care for it's self like it needed to. It looked like it was about 7 years old now. Then someone walked over and picked it up, being as small and frail as she was, she was not heavy for the man who had picked her up. He brought her backto his home, and laid her in a bed, she closed her eyes since she was so weak, and the man was just in time to help her, she wouild haved died if he had not helped her. The man smiled as she started to get better and better as she lived with him, she was happy or now, she had a hidden past behind her, and no one would know until later.