A little sweet snow

d. Every time it rains severely, I will have to rush around the house looking for objects to

winds or extended snowstorms; yet, it is undeniable that because of the cold, humans came

a child, I've loved winter-related activities, especially watching the snowfall through the window. I enjoy the feeli

d a little, lonely snowflake

lieve my eyes. Because, if my eyesight served me righ

given another chance to do it again, I'd probably listen to the unusual warning from my umbrella and continue on the path I'm on. But unfortunately, if mankind could go back

while approaching and slightly

alongside the road. The green tint of the tree contrasted w

ey are four-legged creatures with soft, fuzzy fur, continually waving their clumsy tail

ke humans. But, from the time I was a child till now, I have never raised an animal. There are two basic causes behind this. To begin with, my family is impoverished; it is a marvel that a minor can support her grandma and herse

necklace he was wearing constricted around his little neck,

ent, so the necklace had never been changed since he was bou

d owner is not only irresponsible, but also callous because the cat's body was covere

ven a ferocious tiger does not eat its young; how can people

because the broken string remained on the collar. Looking at his crouching appeara

to free him from the pain, otherwise, the cat would suffocate and die

ce, the kitten seemed to be very afraid of people. It was true since he had been tormented several times before, so if the cat saw someone appr

. My eyes were weak, so I was affected by the sudden light. I didn't respond quick

eas flew through my head as I closed my eyes,

hair and a wet shirt sticking to his charming collarbone. He had a snowflake-white cat i

and smashed by the car's moveme

er since I was born, I have never seen anyone with such a perfect

esistance, even slightly rubbing against him. Smart,

shook his wet hair with one hand, and hold the reckless cotton ball with th

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