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"Untitled" - Flash Fiction

The ocean was sitting still. It did not bring itself upon the beach or strike the side of the cliff. It simply sat

there as if melancholy. It was colder than my stone heart and the sea was about to be frozen in a

calloused ice. I had to leave because of that monkey Charles. He won the fight. The one I was so

confidant in. As I left, I saw him in the distance oozing with pride. I will get my revenge.

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