Foul Memories

Foul Memories

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The wind ruffled my hair and blew the sea's salty smell into my nose. Excitement was still coursing through my veins. I took another deep breath, inhaling the smell of salt once again. It was nice to be out adventuring rather than being stuck on my little island back home. "Aren't you nervous Oz?" New Zealand asked. " What if something goes wrong." Lest we forget
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