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“Ack! Ow! Ow again!” I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright shells and grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. Plus, the sand was burning hot. The sand must be 2999 degrees Fahrenheit! (Sand melts at 3000 degrees.) I should have brought flip flops I thought as I stumbled along. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach, searching for food scraps and crabs. He quickly dove down into the sea, and stuck his beak in. Awesome! I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at the shiny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. Nothing exciting. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was as old as George Washington, like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s pirate shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “Look what I found! It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above, brightly reflecting on the beautiful blue waves, I will never, ever, ever, forget this amazing day.

Yogurt

“Ack! Ow! Ow again!” I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright shells and grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. Plus, the sand was burning hot. The sand must be 2999 degrees Fahrenheit! (Sand melts at 3000 degrees.) I should have brought flip flops I thought as I stumbled along. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach, searching for food scraps and crabs. He quickly dove down into the sea, and stuck his beak in. Awesome! I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others, like it had turned camouflage. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at the shiny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. Nothing exciting. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s pirate shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “Look what I found! It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above, brightly reflecting on the beautiful blue waves, I will never, ever, ever, forget this amazing day.

Cookies

“Ack! Ow! Ow again!” I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright shells and grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. Plus, the sand was burning hot. The sand must be 2999 degrees Fahrenheit! (Sand melts at 3000 degrees.) I should have brought flip flops I thought as I stumbled along. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach, searching for food scraps and crabs. He quickly dove down into the sea, and stuck his beak in. Awesome! I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at the shiny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. Nothing exciting. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s pirate shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “Look what I found! It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above, brightly reflecting on the beautiful blue waves, I will never, ever, ever, forget this amazing day.

Buttered Bread

I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright, shiny, white shells and dark, grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. I should of brought flip flops I thought as I stumbled along. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach. I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the wavy, rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry sandy seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot, dry, rocky, shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, bright, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at the shiny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. Nothing exciting. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s pirate shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “Look what I found! It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above, brightly reflecting on the beautiful blue waves, I will never, ever, ever, forget this amazing day.

Bread toasted equals toast

I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright, shiny, white shells and dark, grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. I should of brought flip flops I thought as I stumbled along. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach. I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the wavy, rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry sandy seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the rocky, shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, bright, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at all the shells. One by one, we immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida, despite the freezing coldness of the water. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. Nothing exciting. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something, like a box, or plank. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. I stared at the soaked wood thing, sitting in my muddy hand. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s pirate shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “Look what I found! It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above; brightly reflecting on the beautiful blue waves, I will never, ever, ever, forget this amazing day.

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I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright, shiny, white shells and dark, grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. I should of brought flip flops I thought as I stumbled along. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach. I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the wavy, rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry sandy seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot, dry, rocky, shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, bright, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at the shiny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. Nothing exciting. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s pirate shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the fishy waves of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above, brightly reflecting on the shiny, beautiful blue waves. I will never, ever, ever, forget this amazing day.

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I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, rocks. The bright, shiny, white shells and dark, grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt. I should of brought flip flops I thought as I stumbled along. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with a bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. The hot air smelled salty and fresh, but there was a fishy smell, too. There was a seagull who circled about like he was the shining star of the beach. I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the wavy, rippled, blue water, passing dark, sandy, driftwood and dry sandy seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot, dry, rocky, shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, bright, orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a shiny, straight orange stripe on this rough shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold wave washed over them with tiny runaway ripples, and the shell blended in with the others. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my cousin and brother, who had also, taken a brisk moment to look around at the shiny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand into the cold, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly, even before I had my first 60 seconds in the Atlantic, I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a cold, startling, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire sticky body, and sat on the rocky, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. Litter, I thought. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. Litter isn’t blocks of wood. It must be part of something. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy car. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the old, wooden back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, brown wooden cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s dark brown pirate wooden shipwreck with millions of dollars of golden rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately got up and raced to Jake, who was already examining the bottom of the mucky Atlantic Ocean, and looked at me as I raced over to him. “It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, pink towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the scratchy bottom of the fishy waves of the Atlantic Ocean, with the bright yellow sun above, brightly reflecting on the shiny, beautiful blue waves.

My post for today

I immediately rushed, quickly staggering over the sandy, hard, bumpy, rough, scratchy, shiny, lumpy rocks. The bright, cool, shiny, white shells and dark, rough, pointy, light, grainy rocks were sharp or just simply, they hurt a lot. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, light blue, shiny, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with an extremely shiny and bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my extremely optimistic brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, bright, sandy, beautiful white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the shiny, wavy, fishy, rippled, blue, beautiful water, passing dark, sandy, ripped, wet driftwood and dry, green, sandy, shiny, scratched seaweed. I was like a breeze, running on the hot, soft, fresh, dry, rocky, shell covered beach. But when I saw all the dazzling, bright, shiny, rough, sandy, cool orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or bright, shiny, sandy, scratchy shells, even. Whoa, I thought immediately. These are really cool. There was a bright, shiny, straight orange stripe on this bright, wet, scratchy, shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold, dark, splashing, sandy wave washed over them with little, tiny, wavy, affectionate, shiny, runaway ripples. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my excited, jumpy black haired cousin and ready brother, who had also, taken a quick, brisk, immediate moment to look around at the shiny, bright, scratchy, sunny shells. We immediately ran off the soft sand and dark, rough, sparkling, pointy rock covered beach into the blue, cold, wavy, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold, blue, shiny little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly I felt something hard and slippery on my sticky right foot, and I slipped. I fell with a little, cold, sparkling, startling, shiny, small, splash, and quickly dunked my whole entire body, and sat on the rocky, sharp, dark, wet, fishy, rough, lumpy, bumpy, ocean floor, four feet from the sandy, toasty, dry, scratched up, lumpy, rocky, shell covered shore of the beach.“Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, whoa, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown black wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky, wet, cold bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sunken to the bottom and was stuck there since the time of the pirates. It wasn’t like an awesome shiny, new hot wheels toy racecar. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the shiny, old, wooden, soaked back of the truck, the storage part, and was a dark, wet, brown wood cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird and strange condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s dark brown pirate wooden shipwreck with millions of dollars of golden 1200s rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately ran to Jake, who was already examining the freezing bottom of the cold, giant, wavy Atlantic Ocean. “It’s an awesome, old, dark, soaked, sandy toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely, taking a quick, immediate, brisk moment to flash an affectionate look. And we put it on a bright, cheerful, pink, dry, sandy towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the cold, lumpy, rocky, bumpy, rough, scratchy, sharp bottom of the shiny, fishy, rough, wavy, runaway waves of the beautiful, shiny, fishy, wavy, bumpy, lumpy, rough, sharp Atlantic Ocean, with the dazzling, warm, bright yellow sun above, brightly reflection on the shiny, beautiful, blue, wavy, bumpy, rippled white, runaway waves.

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The time I found a toy truck in the sand I rushed, quickely staggering over the sandy, hard, rough, scratchy rocks. The bright, cool, shiny, white shells and dark and light rocks were sharp, or just simply, they sharply hurt a lot. But way ahead, I could see the fresh, light blue, shiny, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean, with an extremely shiny and bright reflection of the hot, bright, orange sun. I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my extremely optimistic brother, Drew, over the soft, fresh, bright, sandy white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the water. But when I saw all the dazzling, bright, shiny, rough, sandy orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or bright sandy shells, even. Woah, I thought. These are really cool. There was an orange stripe on this bright, wet, scratchy, shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold, dark, splashing, sandy wave washed over them. I quickly lost concentration, and went after my excited, jumpy cousin and ready brother, who had also, taken a quick, brisk, immediate moment to look. We immediately ran off the soft sand and dark, rough, sparkling, pointy rock covered beach into the blue, cold, wavy, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash, spreading tiny sparkling ripples through the water. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly I felt something hard and slippery on my right foot, and I slipped. “Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, WOAH, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark, brown black wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard like a hard, slappy yank in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky, wet, cold bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old, and it was soaked like it had sanken to the bottom and was stuck there since the pirates. It wasn’t like an awesome shiny, new hot wheels toy racecar. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the back of the truck, the storage part, was a dark, wet, wood cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird and strange condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s dark brown pirate wooden shipwreck with millions of dollars of golden 1200s rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I immediately ran to Jake, who was already examining the freezing bottom of the cold, giant, wavy Atlantic Ocean. “It’s an awesome toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered politely. And we put it on a pink, dry, sandy, towel, and immediately forgot about it as we splashed into the cold and rocky bottom of the shiny, fishy, rough Atlantic Ocean, with the dazzling, warm, bright yellow sun above

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The time I found a toy truck in the sand I rushed, staggering over the sandy, hard, scratchy rocks. The bright and cool shells and dark and light rocks were sharp, or just simply, they sharply hurt a lot. But ahead, I could see the fresh, light blue, shiny, salty, cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean. I ran quickly without a minute to spare after my Californian cousin Jake and my optimistic brother, Drew, over the fresh, bright, white sand. I ran, in an attempt to jump into the water. But when I saw all the orange and white shells… I had never seen orange and white shells. Or shells, even. Woah, I thought. These are cool. There was an orange stripe on this shiny one, then… “Splash!” A small, cold, dark wave washed over them. I lost concentration, and went after my excited, jumpy cousin and ready brother, who had also token a quick, brisk moment to look. We immediately ran off the sandy and rocky beach into the blue, cold, wavy, sparkling waters of Florida. I immediately jumped in with a cold little splash. It felt very cold. “This feels very cold!” I exclaimed. Suddenly I felt something hard and slippery on my right foot, and I slipped. “Huh? Owe! What the? Hey, WOAH, huh? Oh, look!” I exclaimed. I looked down. There was a dark wood corner, of a small or giant block or wood or something. I was going to just go somewhere else, but then I stopped. Maybe it’s something cool, I thought to myself as I bent down again. I slightly gave a tug on it, slightly hard in an attempt to pull it out of the rocky, wet, cold bottom. It came out very easily. “What the?” I slipped and fell back a bit in the salty bottom. “Hey, it’s a… toy truck?” It looked very old. It wasn’t like a shiny, new hot wheels toy racecar. It was like a dull cargo truck, and the back of the truck, the storage part, was a dark, wet, wood cube. It had dark, black, plastic wheels jammed with lots of wet sand, and the driver’s part was also dark, black, wet plastic. It was in such weird and strange condition I didn’t even recognize it to be an old toy truck at first. It wasn’t a 1200s wooden shipwreck with millions of dollars of rusty pirate treasure, but… “Hey look what I found!” I ran to Jake, who was already examining the freezing bottom of the cold, giant, wavy Atlantic Ocean. “It’s a toy truck!” “Cool!” he answered. And we put it on a pink, dry, sandy, towel, and forgot about it as we splashed into the cold and rocky bottom of the shiny, fishy, Atlantic Ocean.