There I am
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A little girl runs, sometimes walks while jumping. He hugged one can of marbles tightly. That afternoon he won a lot of marbles and his little hand with the spirit of picking up marbles belonging to his friends.

He smiled remembering the swearing of his friends for losing to play with him. Even a friend was crying from losing a lot of marbles. The little girl with the hair in the pigtails laughed happily.

He did not care about the mother who would welcome him with scolding or even a broomstick on the back of his leg, because he went home past lunch. The little girl was enjoying her victory.

Now the little girl is grown up. He was sitting on the shore, bowed with wet eyes. He wants to go back to his childhood, enjoying every little victory of his life.

The girl felt defeated, lost her job and a lover. He wanted to shout desperately at the world, but he knew the world would not hear. The girl recalled her childhood friend who screamed when she lost a play and she just laughed mockingly.

Her tears, her head held up. This time he was staring with a stupor at the sky, “Listen! I haven't lost yet ! No need to mock me!

A little girl runs, sometimes walks while jumping. He hugged one can of marbles tightly. That afternoon he won a lot of marbles and his little hand with the spirit of picking up marbles belonging to his friends.

He smiled remembering the swearing of his friends for losing to play with him. Even a friend was crying from losing a lot of marbles. The little girl with the hair in the pigtails laughed happily.

He did not care about the mother who would welcome him with scolding or even a broomstick on the back of his leg, because he went home past lunch. The little girl was enjoying her victory.

Now the little girl is grown up. He was sitting on the shore, bowed with wet eyes. He wants to go back to his childhood, enjoying every little victory of his life.

The girl felt defeated, lost her job and a lover. He wanted to shout desperately at the world, but he knew the world would not hear. The girl recalled her childhood friend who screamed when she lost a play and she just laughed mockingly.

A little girl runs, sometimes walks while jumping. He hugged one can of marbles tightly. That afternoon he won a lot of marbles and his little hand with the spirit of picking up marbles belonging to his friends.

He smiled remembering the swearing of his friends for losing to play with him. Even a friend was crying from losing a lot of marbles. The little girl with the hair in the pigtails laughed happily.

He did not care about the mother who would welcome him with scolding or even a broomstick on the back of his leg, because he went home past lunch. The little girl was enjoying her victory.

Now the little girl is grown up. He was sitting on the shore, bowed with wet eyes. He wants to go back to his childhood, enjoying every little victory of his life.

The girl felt defeated, lost her job and a lover. He wanted to shout desperately at the world, but he knew the world would not hear. The girl recalled her childhood friend who screamed when she lost a play and she just laughed mockingly.