A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner, To people in the cold outside. The little boy was so cold that he wasn't trying to sell many papers. He walked up to a policeman and said, 'Mister, you wouldn't happen to know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would you? You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there in the alley and it's SO cold in there tonight. Sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay.'
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