Smith didn't know where she was going, but she couldn't go home. She thought. The only place she could think of that brought happy memories to mind was the beach. The beach was a thirty minute drive. Who knew how long it would take to walk. She flung her hair over her shoulder and proceeded on with confidence. The old Smith was tired of the negativity. The new Smith wanted a fresh start.
"The beach I shall go," she whispered into the cool night wind.
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