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JENNY ZOE |
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 I peeked through the gathering of knees to see the blue mottled skin of the
man splayed out on the beach, little hills of sand cradling him. The sky was a brighter blue, the waves a deeper blue. For months afterward I was obsessed with the idea of saving a life.
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