FARAH
A. The winds are whipping past us as we drive further into the ocean. I can hear them mock me. I can hear their taunts like sirens drawing sailors to their doom. "We told you that you would regret this, we told you that he would be your bane" the winds snarl in my ear. You look at me as the waves thrash against the sides of The Cecelia, bobbing us from side to side. I look straight ahead and I make eye contact with Farah, she smiles and winks at me. I look away. "Slide your back pack towards me and raise your polo. I need to make sure that you are not trying to do anything romantic. Because I don't mind blowing your brains out on this deck and saving us all the cruel torture of watching you make a fool of yourself. This is a 9mm smith and Wesson. It will f**k you up real good" Farah
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