Eye Of The Hurricane

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Prologue

The sand crunches beneath my feet. I can feel the cool water brushing across my ankle. I plop onto the sand and sigh. There is seriously something wrong with me. I don't know what it is, but maybe I do. They call it anger issues, I just call it shut the f*** up and stop talking about things that might make me explode like a volcano. Excuse me - I'm being rude. Let's just start from the beginning.

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