I've started to sleep in the alleys with the bigger kids. They say they'll give us food if we do what they say. I listen to Kitten, but I don't think that's her real name. Kittens are nice and soft, but she is mean and angry all the time.
If we don't do what she says the right way, she hits us. But I don't want to be alone anymore. It's better than being alone.
The snow is everywhere. It's really white on top of the houses, but the snow gets all dirty on the street. Whenever horses go by, they splash the slush into the alleys and get us wet. Then we have to make a fire and take off our clothes. I don't know why we have to take them off.
I have a friend now. He listens to Kitten too, but he's a little older than me. Everyone calls him Stick. He's really skinny. We always sleep close together because we can stay warmer that way. He doesn't talk, but that's ok.
I can steal kind of good now. I stole shoes and a jacket, so now I'm warmer. The boy they belonged to looked really fat, and his mommy had lots of pretty things on her fingers and on her neck. I wish I had pretty things.
I think it's my birthday today, but I can't really remember. I hope it is, so I grow tall and be a big girl.
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