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The taste of salt and sunscreen was all I could think about for the next several hours. As I moved about the house, doing chores upon my mother's request, I relived the moment over and over again, and each time, it felt even more perfect than the last. I'd changed into dry clothes and was now setting the table for dinner; Mom predicted Daniel would be home within the next few minutes. In the other room, I could hear Luke talking with Rhonda, saying something about color schemes and whatnot. My mother had gone up to her bedroom to try on her wedding dress again, seemingly indecisive about the cut of the fabric, and I remained in the kitchen, moving silverware to each space between plates. Then, out of nowhere, I felt someone's gaze on the back of my neck, and I turned slowly, my hea
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