“Hello, Lulu? You need a place for the night? Come here, to the hotel, it will be perfect"
Five pairs of eyes gazed intently out the window, and three small noses were pressed against the cold glass.
“It’s sticking!” Eliyahu and Nachumi shouted joyously.
“It’s sticking,” Yanky agreed. “All right, you can relax now and go back to bed.”
“But what if it starts raining while we’re sleeping, and it all melts?” Nachumi’s innocent face was furrowed with doubt. “And we wake up in the morning, and the street is black instead of white?”
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