It is a bitterly cold night in December. Horse-drawn carriages rumble past, carrying people home to warm fires and roast-goose suppers. But one little girl cannot go home, not until she has sold her bundle of matches.
I'd never heard this story before but I saw it mentioned on the Gilmore Girls book challenge. It's a very short story but it packs a punch. I'm going to go cry in bed now, thanks.
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