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Oct. 12th, 2006 | 02:18 am
one sunny day the boy went outside to water his flowers. he saw the ragamuffin on her front stoop with her head in her hands. she was crying softly. "hello. what's wrong? it's such a beautiful day. you should be skipping stones on the river." the ragamuffin continued to weep. "we could go over to my house for an iced tea. i just made it. you can take a dip in my pool if you like. it gets lonely over there." she lifted her head and said, "i don't want any of your shit. you want to help me? then leave me alone." so the boy went back to his flowers. that night clouds filled the sky and it rained long and hard. the ragamuffin's old thatch roof began to leak. she looked out the hole in her wall. the boy's house looked so warm and cozy. her house was cold and dark every night. the rain made it unbearable. she curled up into a ball on the muddy floor. covered in mud she walked through the wet grass to his glowing bungalow. the boy opened his front door. he wrapped a blanket around her and ushered her inside. mud dripped on the floor. "i'm sorry..." she said. "it's not a problem. we'll clean it up in the morning." he brought her a cup of hibiscus tea. "my mother made this for me when i was little. it always made me feel better." she took a sip. "you have a nice house. it is very cozy. i am used to my stone house. it befits my personality. i built it myself, which is why i love it so much." "i designed and built this house. it is cozy, but it is also lonely. i wish i had someone to swim with." "sometimes i swim in the river, but the current is so strong! i get caught up in the whirlpools." "well you are welcome to come over anytime. i was going to build you a pool, but you didn't want me to." "oh i do! please build one!" "why not share mine?" the ragamuffin yawned. "why don't you sleep here on the sofa. i'll get some blankets. don't worry about the mud. we'll clean that up later." so she got settled into bed. "good night." "good night."