The sands sticking to our feet again, huh? Mira says with a soft chuckle, brushing it off her legs. Celeste, remember the time we raced to that old lighthouse? Your competitive spirit could rival the oceans waves. Celeste smirks, adjusting her sunglasses. And yet, youre the one who ended up carrying me back. Some race, Mira.
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