"I liked the ocean. But then it came in everywhere back home and it was all our fault," she shook her head. No need to tell that story to anyone. Her own tragedies were just that, her own.
"Nothing is sometimes better than too much," she said with a small smile. "What do you think of this place?"
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"Nothing is sometimes better than too much," she said with a small smile. "What do you think of this place?"