Huling hirit
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Bea had the time of her life. From the entrance, she left a trail of her shoes, shirt, and shorts, which her Dad had to go back for. She was so excited to dive into the water that she was crying while her Mom changed her into a bathing suit. Hindi sha excited, hinde.