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Boy Next Door, 

              We just moved in. I saw you while we were unloading the moving van. Something about you 

captivated me. Maybe it was your deep blue eyes. Maybe it was the way you stood against the oak

 tree in your front yard. Or maybe it was the fact that you were the first person I saw. We came from 

Arkansas because of my dad's job. The part that hurts most about leaving Arkansas is that my best 

friend, Maddie, wasn't here. We'll still facetime, but I feel that it will be different. I hope that you can 

be my friend. 

                                                                                                                                       -Ella

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