She was small, maybe three. Her face was determined, and so expressive, it was like I could read the words that were going through her mind like a scrolling computer screen on her scrunched up forehead. Entertainment, though, soon turned to complete frustration. It was a quick trip, as it often.

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My last page scribbles! Crude it is. For the sunshine in their faces.

Night was unusually calm and the streets were deserted. I had little money left and the advance sum I had given to John for the room, I had booked for one month I was out in a week, wasted. I reached the main street. To my right was the beach I could find a place to sleep and a bar I knew open till late was to my left. She looked at me and my backpack. I met him at the bar, three days .

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One, two, three-. Elizabeth, hurry up! Her mom had interrupted her, and now it would take even longer to leave the house. Okay, now she was finished. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven. One, two, three, four. What are you doing? Her mom asked.