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You think you are laughing, but all you hear is the gentle lapping of waves of white water caressing the fine sediment of wet sand rippling and sparkling in the sunlight. You turn to the red-haired girl - who quails and recoils, in fright and confusion - and you advance upon her slowly, emerging from the seawater that burns aflame in the haze of the sun. You think you bare your teeth. The sun shrinks, quenched by the darkness of your wanting, your need.
