Hi,

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I had gone to an Island with my friend on vacation. We were walking along a beach, and there was no one else around us. Suddenly, my friend noticed something emerging from the sea. The part that appeared first was blue. We were both surprised and terrified. A huge wave pushed the object onto the shore.

When we went closer, we discovered that it was an old boat. It was rusty, broken, and worn by time. We climbed inside. To our astonishment, it was filled with gold coins. Perhaps the treasure had been hidden there hundreds of years ago and now we had found it. We were going to become millionaires.

I jumped with joy. I realized that my foot hit something hard. In that moment, I realized I had been dreaming. I had kicked the side of my bed with full force. Now my foot hurts. Why does life play such a cruel game with me.