A man was walking through the mall. He ran into his best friend, who was walking the other way. In sync, they pause when they saw each other and began to talk. “How are you?” His friend said. “I’m mostly OK”
The road was filled with the echos of hard steps, coming from a girl running down the road. Running as fast as she could, she took off down the road. The girl was gunned it down the road.
Dust settled on a layer of sand, confined to an area by short wooden walls. A filthy animal digs his hands into the soft, tanned grains of sand. Hard, quick breaths could be heard, results of many minutes of tough, vigorous labour. His older friend was also by his side, helping him. His friend was used to the time-consuming work, and worked much faster than the pale skinned child. But the pale skinned toddler was an intellectual, and had brought the highly efficient CAT 374F L digger to the sandbox, and started using it to dig the sand.