His red dress blew up with the sudden gust, startling him and making him drop his belongings in an attempt to protect his privacy. The dress itself was perfectly happy to allow the breeze to do its work. The dressing on the short sleeves danced about and the white ribbon tied across his torso threw up its hands in joy. As his school books hit the ground, he groaned - today would not be his day. No day was ever his day.All Rights Reserved
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