There were no beds
The donkey was tired and wet like me for my water had broken over him though he was not in pain I was I wanted my mother not this strange town for there were no beds anywhere Joseph returned for the twelfth time shaking his head, angry there is no room he said for the twelfth time but I’m going to have a baby as if he didn’t know it hurts I’m scared doesn’t anyone see...
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