Fifty
SR: Sarcastic Sounds - I Don't Sleep Fifty. Eryn. There was an odd intimacy going around us, with every touch meaning so much more. Marina was attentive, her fingers always laced with mine. She didn't leave my side, but she was quiet all day. She let me take her for a picnic by the lake. Was this a date? I smiled to myself. "I haven't been on a date in centuries," I said wryly, tightening my grip on her hand as we walked across the lawn and into the woods nearby. The lake came into view and Marina let out a sigh of relief. "This place is always so beautiful." I set up the blanket over the sanded grass, making sure the cool breeze didn't blow away our stuff. Perhaps it was a little too cold for a picnic, but Marina didn't seem to mind too much. She sat in front of me, wearing a strip
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