The Girl in the Window

Every morning during his walk to school Billy waved a happy wave at the little girl in an upper window of the large house that sat on the corner of his block. He often wondered how she could look so nice with her face nearly gone from the fire that had ravaged through house two years ago killing everyone inside.

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