Chapter Twenty-five
The wind snaps my hair and dress as I overlook the pirates from the cliff. They are still discussing, planning, and arguing while Reagan and I distance ourselves from them. It’s better this way because I’m also not confident that I will keep my mouth shut when I’m with them. I can't always control my mouth. It’s something that I want to change but just can't. Somehow, with only Reagan’s company, it's like I’m on vacation. Like, you know, only feeling the wind and smelling the salty air. There's no noise, nothing that will distract my peace. It’s like I don't have any problems at all. I don't need to worry about tomorrow, only the now. But my make-believe peace wavers the moment I remember my problems. The pirates are planning to save their families. I have to go with them because I have
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