I barely touched the sand in front of me. By the time it was dead, I could hear the slight rise and fall of the wind, and the smell of blood on her skin. I had no idea who he really wanted to be, but I was pretty sure it was the most important thing to discuss. The night before, I had fallen asleep on the beach. The wind whipped my hair back and forth, making Sarah 's spirits rise and fall as they approached. Like, I was going to give him the perfect spot.
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