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boy.
At the ocean he no longer feared.
At the resort that had once been a stage for cruelty and had become something else.
A line.
A boundary.
A promise.
“Yes,” I said. “I am.”
He grinned.
“Me too.”
We stood together at the edge of the water as the waves rolled in.
Once, I had believed love meant enduring.
Staying quiet.
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