One Summer's Day
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Going to the countryside isn't what you call good news for a teenage girl like me, especially when school term is over. Mom said its for my health. A chance for me to rest my aching bones away from the pollution of citylife . I don't known what bogus lifestyle magazine she is reading but hey, maybe a trip to grandma's countryside inn isn't so bad after all. I sometimes long for new experiences, to try new things, make memories, or maybe make new friends.. I ponder what this has in store for me?
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