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SeashellsThe glossy teal color of the sea was enough to bribe the seven year-old Olive to run on the isolated sand of the beach. "Auntie! Auntie! Look! Look!" With her little finger, she pointed to a horde of seagulls, fighting over the remains of beach fries that someone must have spilled earlier. The woman with the lavender hair walked up next to the little girl and smiled. "I see, Olive." She laid out the beach towels, then set up the umbrella. "Auntie Hannah, why do the seagulls pick at people food?" The little girl asked. Hannah chuckled. "It's because they like it, sweetheart. They think it's yummier than seagull food and fish." She replied. Olive looked up at the gorgeous woman with the bandage, her eyes brightening. "Can we feed them?" She asked. Hannah looked back at the 'Please don't feed the birds' sign. They were Trancys, they could pay a simple little fine. And they were on an isolated part of the beach reserved for only them, so nobody would notice. Hannah took out a bag of freshSeashells by Starsweep1999
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