Setting: This story takes place in a military populated city on the eastern coast of North Carolina. There is a neighborhood full of nice kept two story houses buried by fresh Evergreen, Pear, and Pine trees. In the center of the neighborhood lies a house with the biggest Pear Tree in the entire town. On the right side of the grey and brick house, is a window up top with a young girl sitting in the window writing.1
Most guys that girls would favor to have can only be found in a magazine or a fairy tale. I never thought I'd say it, but that's the last place I'd care to look now. After these dirty shelves of books I'd have to go through, I've found the person I've always imagined on the other side of the phone. I would've never guessed my best friend. We've been too close to think of something more deeper than that, but we've been asking for the same things from people. My heart compared to his is a big synonym. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Penelope and this is my story about my real best friend.2
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Thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoyed my story even though I haven't gotten around to finishing it.
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This is quite well composed. I love the sound of it bringing out the point of finding people out of magazines or fairy tales. Grew up on all the prince/princess nonsense and have benn asked out often by guys that were fair of face and handsome to boot. Yet, they had nothing to offer save that they seemed to dance looking into the mirror on the dance floor making it hard for me to follow..
Others showed a lot more concern for their jock straps than the person they were with. Give me a guy who likes the arts, museums and intelligent conversation any day. They make the best companions on all counts I have found. Beautiful write and I love the last line the absolute most. 
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