It was the dead of night, but we were alive. We giggled sporadically under the wafery moon, whose thin light could not deter our foolish venture, and fell stumbling across slick grass and over waist-high fences meant to keep out the rich tourists’ kids. The thick air began to swim with salt as bulging, splintering wood groaned beneath our pounding
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But yeah, you should definitely find out the details and let me know. I haven't been to the beach once this summer, on account of me being the pasty white nerd that I am. >_>
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