Liz was playing outside. It was hot. It was the summer.
Liz played in the sandbox. She rode her bike. She went on the swing.
It was getting dark. Liz started to clean up. She put things away. Then she began to feel itchy.
"Dad!" Liz yelled. Her dad came right over.
"What's wrong?" her dad asked.
"Something bit me!" Liz yelled.
"OK, let's see," her dad said.
Liz put out her arm.
"I see a wheal
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