His heels dug deeply into the wet sand, but he felt nothing. The wind roared, the sea pounded... nothing. His soul and reason for living was lost, twisted beyond recognition like the driftwood that littered the moonlit beach.
When her sister had announced that she was taking a yoga class, Tonya's first reaction was to laugh. Loud and long. Until her sides hurt and she wheezed for breath. Whatever floats your boat, she said and snorted more laughter.
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