the streets wet with rain...
normal appearance of a shy boy...
embraced with his...
favorite stuffed...
its sad look...
only showed fearless...
and the boy...
just saying...
-I'll wait my friend!...
and continued on his way...
in front of you...
had met a bank...
late echoed...
the center of the clock...
people walked...
they looked and said...
why he was there...
and the answer was the same...
the friend who both waited...
hours passed...
days almost completed...
and the boy continued...
sitting there with her teddy...
alone, with no one...
people tried to...
help...
but gradually...
the boy was lying...
his eyes could not...
stay open ...
hugging his bear...
he was...
gradually fell to the bank...
...
in the morning, they found...
poor boy, his time had come...
the reason no one knew...
there were no traces... there was nothing...
and before the end...
near the station where he was...
your search was waiting...
and only found...
the teddy I loved...
your best friend...
the wait...
just live...
in his memoirs now...
and the poor boy who waited...
today becomes his guardian angel...
while strongly embraced...
bear your best friend...
one day loved...
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