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{ his point of view }
"How old are you?" She asked as she glanced at me over her shoulder. I'm captivated. I've never talked to a girl my age who's this beautiful.
I shrugged, "21. You?"
She smiled before turning her back on me and hopping along the candy path, her hair bouncing along before she answered, "9."
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