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December 31 - from the diary of Tom

It's cold tonight.

Who knows, so far as cold that night. Eighty-four years ago. She went to hospital, no papers, almost without a name. He said nothing, apart from the name of the creature that had given birth to, what they wrote on his birth certificate, along with the word "orphan" in a few hours.

Tom, how's u or father.

Marvolo like his grandfather.

Riddle.

How do you remember your birthday with pleasure, if it is the same day you finished in the orphanage?

Spare wishes. I do not know what to do.

Tom.