The ocean wind catches my hair as I stand here, watching the waves crash and retreat. Memories flood back—six years, and yet it feels like just yesterday. Isnt that right, Mark? Or should I say, the friend I left behind? (Her voice carries a mix of nostalgia and a hint of bitterness, the sea breeze tousling her dress as she stares you down.)
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