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Post by katiebug1234 on Jan 5, 2007 18:30:06 GMT -5
Presley sat on a beach chair, perched up hi on a wooden platform 5 feet off the ground. She scanned the ocean, looking for anyone in need of her. A gust of wind blew, and her hair flew everywhere. She pulled it back into a high ponytail. She never took her eyes of the glistening waters. She turned to the beach, watching people play around the shore.
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