Brown fingers curled over the edge of the car door, a window hidden below. The wind rushed by picking up the black as night strands in the midday heat. Her chin rested with pensive eyes above. Buildings, streets, trees and city-bustle zoomed by the girl seated next to her caregiver.
“Why are those people sleeping on the street?” the girl said.
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