Write Things Down

By, Toffer Surovec

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Maturity on the Beach

It’s been about two hours since the weak went home, it would be another hour till the last round was served and drunken people looking for sex, sleep, or more alcohol would interrupt the sound of the waves and her breathing. But for now, we had the beach to ourselves and I was glad that we were holding onto each other for more than warmth and that I was old enough not to try and turn this into a story to tell my friends about.

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