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The boy and his kite

by Hajr Adams

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The boy and his kite
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I fly my kite.
It is a very windy day.
I am so glad to fly my kite.
I ride my bike to a big park.
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I try to fly my kite in the wind.
It goes up into the sky.
Mom said: "Do not come home late.
There will be pie with fries".
Oh no! Look at the time.
It is five.
I am so sad.
I tie my kite onto my bike.
I want to cry.
I have to go.

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