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the newly dyed orange-headed sat on the porch steps of his beach house. the house he came to every summer since he was born, he practically grew up here. this wouldve been his 17th year being here as he would be turning 17 this year.
     he just sat there in silence as he rested his chin against his knees that were brought up to his chest. he let the cool breeze hit him as he zoned off until the sound of a car was heard on the gravel.
    he picked his head up, looking towards the noise seeing a car pull up into the beach house next to his house. this wouldve been the first time in years since somebody rented out the neighboring beach house. he tilted his head and stood up, feeling curious as he peeked over at the car.
     the orange-head saw a family of three, much similar to his family, get out of the car. all of them grabbing their suitcases from the trunk. but the one that stood out the most was the pink-haired, probably because he had pink hair.
the boy looked his age as he followed his parents into the beach house, the two boys meeting eyes before the pink-haired had entered the house.

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