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The water lapped at my shoulders, my arms tiring. I looked up at them, unsure of what they were capable of.
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I could barely hear anything over the sound of the paper as is cracked and shouted in the soft breeze. Such a din was caused that I almost missed their words…
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The trickle of water was a soothing answer to the harsh wailing of the wind.
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