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>terribly cold, snow falling, almost dark
>grim little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, walks through the streets on New Year's Eve
>In an old apron she carries several bottles of hot sauce, and she holds a crate of them in her hand.
>No one had bought any from her all day long, no one had given her a cent
>Drinks a bottle to warm her up and sees Liggerman
>Oh Liggerman take me with you! I know you will disappear when the feeling of capsaicin on my tongue has burnt out.
>Drinks the whole crate of hot sauce to keep Liggerman with her
>both of them fly away in brightness and joy above the Earth all the way to Mars
>But in the corner, leaning against the wall, sits the grim little girl with red cheeks and smiling mouth, frozen to death on the last evening of the old year.
>The New Year's sun rises upon her little pathetic figure.
>sits there, stiff and cold, surrounded by bottles of hot sauce
>"She wanted to warm herself," the /lig/gers said
>No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, and how happily she had gone with old Liggerman into the bright New Year
