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It was a beautiful sunny day, and I was walking along the promenade, by the whitewashed walls of the small, teracotta cottages. The sun was beaming down onto my sweat-beaded face, and i was in debt - I owed my friends £20 for the rest of the jewelled-grass summer, because i'd made a bet with them.
As i was walking along the promenade, i noticed a green-laced yellow-orange ship. I thought: "That's strange!" When i went back to my house, no-one was there...
by Matthew H, age 11, from British Isles
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Tate Tales
