There she was, crouched down at the end of the dock, her hands in the water and her dress dangerously close to getting wet. My eyes were locked on how perfect she looked. The wind through her hair, the small smile on her face as she enjoyed the water running through her fingers, I stepped onto the dock, the creek of the wood reminding me I'm not dreaming, and when I least expected it I heard myself speak What are you doing out here, princess? Aren't you cold? I ask, my tone growing concerned
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