One warm summer July in the beautifully island of Mauritius, where the birds are always singing and the sky never turns grey
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One warm summer July in the beautifully island of Mauritius, where the birds are always singing and the sky never turns grey. I sat on the beach with the golden sun shining through the almost tanned yellow sand, the colours complementing each other in a rich luxurious mixture. As I sat there with my with my auntie's homemade lemonade, which at the time I thought was the best drink ever made. My attention was quickly caught by a brown haired girl who sat all alone just a few yards away from me. At this point I kept thinking to myself whether I should get up and "accidentally" trip next to her. After pondering this for about 15 minutes, which was enough time to finish my drink, I decided 'what the heck'- I didn't have anything to lose. As I Got up, I folded my massive blue and green beach towel,...

