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The Bicycle on the Beach by Wailana

I’ve been blacking out. Sometimes I wake up suddenly on the sands. My clothes so cold I think they’re drenched at first, from the rain.
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I’ve been blacking out. Sometimes I wake up suddenly on the sands. My clothes so cold I think they’re drenched at first, from the rain.

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