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It was the middle of the summer, and the days were long and hot.
School started earlier than ever before. It was the beginning of August and they
already were in school for a week. Tim lied in his bed every night listening to his
friends playing in the street. He wished he could be with them. He wanted to play
instead of being alone in his room. The fan in the window did not help much to cool the
air. He put the wet cloth on his forehead to cool the sweat from his face. Sometimes he
would sit up and look out of the window to watch the kids, but it made him
feel sad when he did. The best part of summer was watching the
fireflies as they blinked in the night. He was usually asleep before he could see them, but
on Friday nights, he's allowed to stay up later. Then he could play outside, chase the
fireflies and put them into a jar. He hid them under the sheets on
his bed and watched them glow. In the morning if they were still alive, he would let them
to go.