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That breezy Sunday afternoon, I invited my friends to play a game of hide and seek.  While I was waiting them to arrive I felt this cool rough breeze blowing through my long ,black, straight hair. The sun was like a ball of fire streaming its rays through the leaves of the trees while the fluffy white cotton candy  clouds sailed lazily by. If I known what trouble laid ahead of me I would have never invited my friends to play hide and seek.

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