Footprints

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The next morning all I could think about was the stranger, the two-leg who I saw by the rocks. I broke my usual routine of waking up at 7:15 every morning I decided that I would lay in bed just to switch it up a little. I wasn't even sleeping all I could think about was that beautiful black haired two-leg that I had seen and then I wondered if I would ever see him again.

After a while I finally decided to get out of bed it was around 8 o'clock and I was surprised I had stayed in bed so long. When I finally was getting ready for my day I was bored and I realized I had nothing to do, so obviously I decided to go back to the Rocks I secretly hoped that that two-leg would be there. I swam faster than I usually did. Once I got to the shore I waddled my way back up to my rock. The two-leg wasn't there but I could see footprints of his split tail. Eventually I heard sand crunching, I turned around and there he was. He sat down where he had sat yesterday. Once again I was admiringly staring. This time he did not fall asleep. I then realized that he wasn't angry today. Instead he looked upset and emotional. I could see water coming from his beautiful eyes. I didn't quite understand it, but I could sense that he was sad. I felt terrible for him. Even if I had no clue who he was.

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