A Boy on the Hill

A bicycle was under the grassy hill near the highway. I looked up the top of the hill, a boy stood there alone with both hands in his pants pocket. He looked down the highway. 

The sun was setting down and the sky began to be dark. The wind blew cold as if it was late at night. The boy's black hair streamed in the wind. 

The boy put out his hand and waved to a car driving on the highway. 

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