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After a very long time, I couldn't help myself. I slipped out of bed and into the darkness of the house, my bare feet quiet against the staircase as I opened the back door and let myself out, warm, Floridian wind whipping around me. In the distance, heat lightning lit the sky, illuminating the large, gray clouds that harbored it. I walked down the deck, peering in the blue-black darkness, the world lighting up just to fall back into darkness once more as the lightning struck and then receded. The sea frothed as I slowly made my way to the sand, looking this way and that, but unable to find Luke. And then I saw him—a mere shadow running down the beach, towards me, and I could have sworn he called my name. I turned, water lapping at my feet, warm against my cold skin. I was wearing a
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