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It was approaching midnight as Marsha, an ER nurse, piloted the Toyota sedan along the winding country road. The temperature was falling.
A boy and a girl. You know where this is going, right? Well, first, the boy.
We wander to the end of the beach, away from the sprawling sunbathers, and sit down on my fraying blue and white striped beach blanket. Not to freak you out. In a few minutes, a guy who looks like a younger version of me is going to ask you out.
Rose was a droplifter. She introduced me to it when we were on our first date at Starbucks. The Ferris wheel compartment was painted like a popcorn machine, and it was about Dating fiction stories size of one, too. Only a sliver of space separated Keldon from Anne, but his shoulder still pressed uncomfortably into the side. Even in the dead of night, my eyes do not falter from the nightstand beside of my bed, where my phone lies dormant. My mind shuns away any hope of sleep.
On the tour boat Funliner, eighty-seven children screamed. It puts me on edge.
I went home with a researcher, a testudinologist. A Turtle Man, he called himself.
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