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It was the last night at the beach.

They had not spoken for an entire week.

The windows of the guest house were covered, but the lights inside burned and flashed different colors. The pounding of the muffled bass could be heard out on the bluff over the waves.



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I don’t know what I’m thinking. I don’t know why I feel the way that I do.

It feels like…

I don’t know if you’ve ever taken a cold shower before but it feels like that. Like standing in the dark, hyperventilating, trying to catch your breath.

Shivering. I’m on…

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