Moving day. The old family house was empty; Jamie's car was packed, ready for the drive to a friend's house out of state; and an old scooter, chipped and faded, leaned forlornly against the mossy stone wall in the backyard. Jamie reminisced about how much she had longed for a scooter of her own, and how excited she'd been when she unwrapped it at her 8th birthday party. Feeling a bit silly, she went for one last ride around the backyard, patted it fondly, said goodbye, and got in her car as a warm summer rain began to fall.
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