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What the Eyes Sees the Heart Cannot Forget
Sitting on the beach shore, playing soundly by the sea, I caught a glimpse of a baby! I told my mother and she laughed, she told me I was daft! but when I told her the baby was drowing in the sea, she started getting very worried. My daddy put his book down, and gave me a concerned frown, he said that I had gone mad, which made me terribly sad. There's a baby drowning! And my parents did nothing, so I plunged into the cold sea, to retrieve that drowning baby. I could see her there infront of me, smiling very happily, and I reached out to save her, I realised she was swimming! How could a baby swim? I grabbed hold of her, but realised she was plastic! How silly I am, to have thought that a baby could possibly swim! As I brought the smimming doll to the shore, I could hear my brother laughing. A little girl retreived the swimming doll, for it was hers after all. My father has told the story since, while eating his delicous mince. I loathe my eyes for tricking my brain. I'll make sure this will never happen again.
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