Looking

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As August stepped foot outside his house he was trying to find a way to approach the girl he'd seen only a couple days before. He walked the mile to the beach and as he stepped onto the white sand he looked for her. He couldn't find her. His heart raced and he realized she wasn't there laying on the white sand, book in hand. August sat on the beach all day till the sun had set, then he ran home. He couldn't understand why he cares so much for a girl he didn't know.

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