Becca Schell

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terrace. I trip on one and stumble backward into the railing, which hits the small of my back and throws me off-balance. The twist of metal flies from my fingers as I reel wildly. Arms flailing. Heart jittering. My shoulders and head lean beyond the railing, out over the waves crashing far below.
Becca Schell
Thats dramatic
The Only One Left
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