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 Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2017 6:45 pm
Sand in Your Shorts
He was out by the beach, somewhere down by the shore, trying not to die of heat stroke, but also trying not to burn alive. The shirt was discarded, as were many of his other layers, leaving nothing but a wide variety of twisted, tendrils of black tattoos snaking around his torso and arms.
Nash was currently staring off into the ocean, arms folded across his chest.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2017 6:46 pm
Stop That
The Cove was a dark place. Nash was currently Highly Suspicious of it, squinting into the darkness, wondering if he should go inside or just stand here and see what happened.
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