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Once, when I was at the beach,
I fell into the trap of trying
to write the best poem ever.
Seriously, it was sad and hard,
but I did discover why I had
fallen into this trap, which was good.
At least something good came of it!
Later on that very same day
I got a phone call from one
of the coolest people that I know.
She told me what she had been up to
and stuff she was going to do
that night. I told her about
the trap I had fallen into,
and she told me she was sorry
about it and she would tell
her boyfriend and see
if he had any ideas what to do.
I told her I had already solved
the problem, I thought, and
she acted really surprised.
Later that night my dad called
to say my dog had gotten out
at some point and asked
what I wanted him to do about it.
I told him to call Bethany (the
cool girl) and get her boyfriend
to help figure out who to call
or maybe find the dog himself,
and so that is what my dad did.