Ferraris. Aristotle

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Cute! That's what some of the women who passed by little Aristotle called him. Even with a little grease on his face, ruffled hair, and yellowish teeth, it couldn't be helped. With one glance, Aristotle could charm random strangers with his big, adorable eyes. Too bad none of those ladies even considered adopting him. Money spent on their thousand-dollar bags could feed him for months. Even the kindhearted gentlemen lured by his appeal didn't invite him inside their Ferraris. Aristotle didn't care. He loved living in the dirty, dark, and smelly alleys of the city, a true son of Cinnabar.