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One would think I was used to the heat. The blaze of the sun against my bare neck. I could already feel my tender, white skin burning beneath the ra..
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I had always loved the beach. The sand curling itself into the crevices on my toes. The sun, hot and aching in the sky. My favorite part, however, wa..
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"What are you staring at, Dharini?" The man sitting a crossed from me asked, casually. It was almost as if he hadn't taken me from my home two days a..
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Guthrie and Aira
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