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The day is windy. The crisp air smells good. Lynn walks home, clutching her books to her chest.

The trees blow with the wind, leaves wiggle free and float to the ground. A swirl of leaves dance around Lynn's ankles.

The sun returns from behind a cloud.

Lynn is tired from the day. But, energized from thoughts of the handsome boy.

She had an urge to reach out and touch his face while in class.

To compliment his eyes.

To feel his hair.

To hug him tightly.

It was a fairytale.

She wanted his friendship.

If only she were brave enough.

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