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I sat on a pink bench, the painted wood hot against my thighs. Holding a bottle of water in one hand, I tossed the white pill into my mouth. As I washed it down, I eyed the catamaran warily, watching it bob up and down in the harbor. I hated boats. Just looking at one [...]
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Published on January 09, 2011 17:18
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