Friday, February 17, 2012

"What's your name, little girl?"

"What's your name, little girl?"

"Come on, you can tell me. I'm just trying to help."

"Where's your mommy and daddy? Are they around? Can you point them out to me?"

"Excuse me, is this your little girl? No? I'm trying to find her parents."

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I can't seem to find them. I mean, I can't bring you home with me."

"I can't. I just can't. I'm sorry."

"Honey, she didn't have anywhere else to go. Come on, we can let her stay one night. She can sleep in the kids' room. They'll be fine."

"Kids, this is...what's your name, sweetie? It doesn't matter, I'm sorry. Kids, she'll be staying with us for a few days until we can find her parents."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but I'm not getting rid of her."

"Don't talk to me like that, not when she's around."

"I don't care how she makes you feel. If you don't like her, get out."

"We need to help her and protect her and if you don't want to, you can just leave."

"Get out of this house. Get out now before I call the police."

"It's okay, sweetie. Nobody's going to hurt you. Mommy's here."

"Sweetie? Sweetie, where are you?"

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