Bang.

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Bang. Wind. Waves. The judges gavel. jumping out of the plane, the pounding surf on the island. It was all the same buzzing, droning sound to me. I should probably be scared, but it dosen't matter. Laying facedown in the gritty sand, i was racking my brains for an animal form that would be able to make it back to shore, dry land. I could live as a chipmunk, or maybe a fox. After all, it WAS my favorite. Maybe an albatross could fly there, or maybe a shark could swim there. No, albatross are rare, and i would be tagged. Sharks are hunted. I could just stay here... No, i wont even think about that. As a human, there is no way i could survive here. I mean, i guess im human... Right? I guess ill just rest up here for the night, an explore tomorrow.

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🐆🐆🐆 Hey guys how you like? Comment, vote, all that stuff.

Lauren out ✌️

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