Plot Ideas

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Good thing my tears blended into the soft waves so easily. Nobody could tell the difference between sea spray and my sorrow.

It had been quite an eventful journey of mine, hasn't it? Being pushed around like a rock is no fun.

So, squishing my toes deep into the soft sand made me think.

Why not just do something yourself for once?

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