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Breakfast was a short affair but we were at the mercy of the elements. And the weather as we sailed up the french coast was unpredictable. even in the summer. It Would hopefully calm down but there were never any real guarantees when you were at sea.
I would have liked to have taken the yacht down to the med, but I didn’t have time for that. My big day was fast appahing.
Our big day I reminded myself. my eyes finding Taylor. She sat on the edge of the love seat, her legs demurely pressed together and her chin in her hand. She didn’t look like she was going to vomit which was an improvement from breakfast when the rolling waves coupled with far too many drinks last night had made her positively green. There had been a moment just after our conversation about death that I had though
