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Thirty-Six
Frankie: I felt the breeze on my face, but I knew that was wrong. I had just been sleeping moments ago. Imagine my surprise when I found myself at the ocean by Clyde's house with my toes in the sand, kissed by the tide. "I'm dreaming," I spoke to the silence of the night. "Maybe," I turned, shaking at Tyner's voice. "It's time you return to Pinnala Francesca." He seemed different in this place, more handsome with kinder eyes. I knew it was a trick, a play of my heart. "I will never return to Pinnala, Ty. You and I both know that. I died because of you. Mice ate me, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" I swung on him, but it felt like my arms barely moved. It felt like the air was made from the same sand we stood on, and when he caught my hand and pulled me against him, the flutter of sickness, the
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