Falling for the jungle boy
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"The ground under us all was throttling, thundering, spinning off axis. The airtight walls prevented the breeze that I longed so desperately for. Grunt . Heave . Wheeze. The pattern to survive continued like that. In, out... the breaths I took became sharper and sharper. My lungs contracted at remarkable rates. The complex series of nerves in my brain and body were alight with an unatural buzz that left me giddy and stone cold."
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Claire's life has taken just taken a turn for the worst and she is floating amidst her despair. Her best friend is no longer by her side. Her parents have forgotten her. Her uncle disowned her and began to drink himself into oblivion.
A bucket list was created so the two friends could enjoy their lives without the constant nagging feeling that they were being hounded. But with Any missing, it's up to Claire to tick the Amazon off their list.
Tranquility. Peacefulness. Silky jungle sounds.- All things you would expect from a rainforest... but her trip kicks off with a bang.
Their aircraft plunging into some remote island off the coast of Brazil.
The disturbing feeling they're being watched.
The knife imbedded in a teammates back.
No-one seems safe. But for Claire, there is nothing more to loose. Nothing more to live for. Rejected by society and abandoned by the people she loved the most... but if she really wanted to... a chance to find love was brewing in the depths of the jungle.
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