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It was so late that night. I was tired. I wanted to sleep, but she'd called me and asked if I wanted to go for a drive. So I got out of bed and I picked her up from her house. She was in her pajamas, climbing out her bedroom window-- it was so conveniently placed on the first floor facing the street. "Took you long enough," she'd said as soon as she opened the passenger door. I was at her house in eleven minutes since receiving her text. I shook my head in amusement as she settled in the passenger seat. I'd always secretly liked her poo...
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"You really don't remember a thing, do you?" The white wash crashed at our feet, the water speckled my trousers. It was cold. Freezing, in fact. I don't know if I've ever felt the ocean this chilled, if I did I wouldn't remember. "No," I said to her. She was toeing the sand, making little smile faces and letters for the sea to come and claim. The breeze was relentless and salt-filled, and it tossed her short brown hair around her face. It was a quite lovely face. "Not even my name?" she asked. "Not even my own." She held her hands behind her...
Vessel
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