Winter ❉ h.s. ✔ translate!

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Man leads me to a few of the snow-covered cars. The car is big and black. In the light of the street lamps, upholstery and see a creamy brown lacquered dashboard.

- Go. - Man instructs me. She grabs my cold hand and helps me get into the car. Leans over and fastens the belt. I feel his smell. Probably the smell of expensive perfume. His wet from the snow brown hair tickling my cheek. The crowd giggle. I see the man smiling to himself. Cross my little backpack on the back seat. Slams the door and walks around the car. He gets in the driver's seat. - I'm Harry. Harry Styles. - He says, and puts the key into the ignition. Turns the key and turn on heating. - What is your name? - Asks. I do not answer. Harry looks at me intently. Sees bracelet hiding in the hole left my hand wet jacket. - Show your hand. - He says softly. I shake my head. The man did not give up. He grab my hand and rolls up his sleeve. Pulls a plastic bracelet from my wrist. Lamp lights on the dashboard, and reads the inscription on the bracelet. - Rosie Holly Grey, born on the fifteenth of May, sixteen year, an orphanage, "At the Mountains" in Aspen. - he read. He gave me a bracelet which is squeezed in the hand. - Well, Holly. We will go to me. - He says, and fires a car and go. We pass unfamiliar streets covered with snow in Aspen. Mijamu large hotel, hairdresser and a few wooden houses. - Warmer you? - Asks, glancing at me for the eye.

-Y ... yes. - Stutter. Harry reduces heating. Probably he was hot. Wow. You're talking about. -chochoczę. I smile to himself. - We are. - He says. I look out the window. We are on the large parking lot in front of a nice tenement houses. - I live on the top. - He says, pointing his finger at the two upper balconies. I smile.