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When we got back to shore, I fell off Midnight's back and landed face first in the sand. When I looked up, Midnight was gone. I was surprised to find, that there, clenched in my hand was the wreath that I had made for him. As I walked home I had mixed feelings; sad that Midnight had run off, but happy I had the wreath I had made him.
When I got back home my Mom asked, "Where have you been and where did you get such lovely flowers?" I answered, "Oh, I was just picking flowers down by the beach."
The End
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