Chapter Eight

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A few months after I got better-and Aunt Delilah's arm healed-we decided to go on vacation. We had talked about it for a while, and jokingly talked about going to the beach. When Aunt Delilah asked me where I wanted to go, I gave her the I-think-you-already-know look. She just smiled back, and we went to pack our bags.
I was sure it was going to be the best trip ever. I'd never been there, but I somehow knew our destination like the back of my hand. I had never been more excited for something in my whole life.
I was filled with pure joy, and it was all because we were headed to a special place...where the sun never sets.

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