The cookies were just out of the oven, spreading their way across the plate, dots of smarties tempting the children. The perfume of chocolate filled the kitchen, wafting through the door, calling Dad in.
The waves come in, chasing one another, catching up, running away. It was like an amazing game of tag. I tried not to get wet, but my brother fell as he ran towards the beach. I screamed. We were going to be told off, now.
The waves come in, chasing one another, catching up, running away. It was like an amazing game of tag. I tried not to get wet, but my brother fell as he ran towards the beach. I screamed. We were going to be told off, now.
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