Manito Pond
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It was a Friday around 6:30. I saw a beautiful girl (you) sitting on a
bench near the Manito ponD. She wore a periwinkle gray skirt and a smile.
The setting sun reflected off the water and dandled her cheeks as she read
her book. I have been there every Friday since then. Next time I will say
hi.
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