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The Search

“Hey Hannah.” I said trying to tell her something but she was practically half asleep.
“Huh? Yeah?” said Hannah practically unconscious.
“I saw Tony throw the camera over the bank in your backyard. Want to go search it?” I asked hoping she would agree with my idea but as usual I should expect this:
“Oh yeah I LOVE adventures! Especially when I’m HALF ASLEEP !” Hannah saying with her SARCASTIC self.
“Come on, PLEASEEEEEE !, Hannah! Please! For me?” I asked beggingly knowing that it almost never works but I try anyways. But surprisingly she says this:
“OK. First of all the begging doesn’t work. BUT , I’ll do it anyways because I can’t stand the abuse!” Hannah had really said that seriously.
“YAY!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Come on let’s go.!” I said very happily considering it was practically 1 in the morning now.
We’ve been search for 2 hours now and haven’t found anything. But then I remembered when Tony threw the camera.

We’d been searching the wrong place all along.

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