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♉Troy♉
I race as fast as I can out of my house. A glass vase comes flying at my head from the front door, and I expertly duck away.

As I run, I bump into a girl with a leather jacket, skinny jeans, and hightops, the same as me. She smiles at me. "Rough day, huh?," she says gently. I sigh.

"You have no idea," I say. She smiles.

"To The Cliff," she says, sounding like a super hero, and even doing the super hero pose. I laugh, then zoom off after her toward the beach.

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