She had dreams, once.
Dreams of traveling the world, seeing new places, letting foreign sands from oceans a hundred thousand miles away peek through her toes. She used to dream of lying on an Italian beach, letting the warm breeze whisk her hair up and away. The sun was everywhere in her dreams. It was…
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It didn't matter what it was, it wasn't going to happen, now. )
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