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The afternoon air in Sarasota was crisp and smelled of sea salt. Luke and I walked out of the airport, bags in hand, and I breathed it in with relish, hungry for a taste of life outside of Grayson. "Oh, my God," I breathed, turning my face up to the sun and smiling as the crashing of waves filled my ears, "Do you hear that?" He'd just flipped on a pair of cheap sunglasses, a look that I realized that I actually kind of liked, and rolled up his shirtsleeves with a slight shake of his head. "That's called the ocean, Victoria. It's a body of water—" "I know what an ocean is, thank you very much." I muttered, shooting him a look that he quickly returned with an easy smile. Now that we were off of the plane, he seemed to be doing much better, talking and laughing and acting as i
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