I looked around my cardboard box I called home. The rain had drenched it, leaving it soggy and cold. I sneezed and held Kiseki closely, his damp fur being my only warmth. My rotten apple (which was today's food) lied in a corner. I was alone and unwanted. "Hey." I heard a voice call to me. A man with white hair and dark skin stood before me with a black umbrella over me. "You need a place to stay?" He asked. I nodded and held Kiseki closer. He held a hand out. "I'm sure we'll find a place for you."All Rights Reserved
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