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Far out and in the deep

One summer morning when the days were empty of priorities and school was out, I decided to venture over to Quin Quin's home. The sidewalk I stepped on was paved, and the hedges were bright green. Roses attracted bees and me. I skipped along the cement and did so plucking the beautiful carnations high and low.
I was born in the morning of March 27, 1990 and all around the world kids were born. One of these kids, I met at age five and she and I became very close friends. Her name was Quin Quin (Qu pronounced as Ch) and we met each other in Phoenix, Arizona. I followed her into trouble and she followed me into mischief. We enjoyed our time spent together. We celebrated our birthdays on the same day at the McDonald's down the block and around the corner. The two of us loved each other when we were happy; hated each other when we were upset; yet longed for each there when we passed a whole day without one another. At parties I held, Quin Quin was invited and at her place, I was always welcome. We were alike in ways easily or hardly recognized, and of course different in additional ways. Quin Quin and I were about the same height and had the same annoying hair. However, she was gifted with the knowledge of swimming and I had never learned how. One day she was invited to the swimming party close by and she had me come.

She spoke gently on the phone with her voice speedy with accuracy. The receiver clicked on its base and I heard Quin Quin's mother enter the room.
"Quin Quin," she said, "My friends are having a swimming party this afternoon and we should leave in five minutes." I looked up at my friend wishing and yet not wishing to go.
"Okay mom," Quin Quin smiled and then piped up, "Can Aranel come too?"
"She can come if she wants to," was the solemn reply.
"Aranel," Quin Quin said, "Do you want to come?"
I looked around and made up my small, undeveloped mind: "Yes."
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I stood patiently yet anxiously fiddling with my fingers before a wooden closet and glanced up and down. My friend Quin Quin placed her delicate fingers up on the knob of the closet door and jerked it back slightly.
There was a soft squeaky noise when the door finally stood ajar. The closet was filled with many different arrays of colors. I stood there and sighed taking in the view of al of the outfits and their colorful designs. Quin Quin pushed some clothing on the rd to the left and some to the right. Alone in the middle of the closet were the three

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