"Did you do your dishes and take out the garbage?" My mom sipped at her iced coffee and flicked through the newspaper while asking me her boring questions. Jayme, the most beautiful person I know, my best friend since the first grade giggled while I rolled my eyes as my mom spoke.
"Yep, and yep. we're going to the beach, bye!" We ran out the back door before she could protest, we jumped off the deck into warm sand and continued running towards the groups of people on the boardwalk.
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