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Saturday, finally. He came to look for me in my house for us to go to the beach to do that stupid project. I wore a yellow, flowered dress and some boots. Too cliché. I know.


I opened the door and he was there standing. More handsome than ever. He wore his glasses I never asked him about. He also wore a White shirt and over it a flannel with some jeans and some boots as well.

"Hey," he said "you look beautiful"

I looked at my dress "Thanks, you look amazing"

"Thanks." he let me space for me to get walk out the door "Ready to go?"

"Yes I am" and we rode on his motorcycle to the beach.





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