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What does it feel like, being excluded? Sitting down all alone by the lake, just watching the cars zoom by. How would you feel, honestly? But, there she is, sitting down all alone on the lush green grass, waiting for summer to arrive. She was wondering to herself, " Will summer ever find me? Or do I have to look for summer?" All her life has been this way; no friends or family. The roses smiled and nodded at her as a gentle breeze caressed their faces. Probably, that will be her only comforter.