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The microwave dinged while the smell of popcorn filled the room, only no one was there to get it so it slowly burned. Sophia laid dead in the bathroom from an overdose of Oxycontin. Her chestnut brown hair spilled over the cold tiling upstairs.
The fence post ran for a good mile. It was old, and the white paint had long chipped away. It was splintered, cracked and barely standing.
The tide was coming in slowly. The sun was setting. Everything was perfect. Everything, that is until a giant wave came in and knocked Melissa off the rock. Toby's heart was crushed as he watched her get pulled out to sea. He brought her up there to propose, not knowing what fate had in mind.
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