Late one evening, a slender, tall girl with wonderful brown eyes and long, curly, dark hair took a stroll through sleepy Paris. Unsure of where she was going, she wandered through the ancient alleys. She stopped on a bridge. She looked at the surface of the water, which fascinated her with its silken quilt (...) Gazing at the Seine, she pondered her problems. She didn't know how to escape the situation that tormented her. She shed a tear of bitterness. The stream of sadness transformed into a river of despair, which soon became a waterfall of failure and disappointment. No one understood her, she had no friends. She was alone, lonely, and desolate. But suddenly a glimmer of hope lit up in her mind. She danced toward the dark figure who, for a moment, seemed worthy of her attention and interest. The soft song of the Seine hummed in her ears, interrupted every now and then by gusts of the frosty December wind. Even the shadow of the streetlamp seemed to dance in a playful way. She approached, smiled (...)
"Who are you?" she asked timidly.
To this, the young man, taking her slender hand, replied:
"Your Angel."
And so a friendly signal would flash between the girl and the mysterious stranger... (Angel
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