Word Count: 97
The walk along the railroad tracks was always boring. This time grandmother let me bring my best friend Murphy. He followed me faithfully down the tracks towards the old house grandmother lived in. The hikers were always old people. I wondered when a young person would walk by me but it never happened. The backpack mother made me bring bounced against my back. It was filled with grandmother’s favorite yarns and fabrics. Suddenly, I looked up and saw young person walking towards me. I’m starting to like these boring walks along the railroad tracks.
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