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40: Shower Victory

Penulis: A.H. Hassan
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-11-07 23:24:15

Zephyr’s POV

I finish playing with Lila on the beach. Sand sticks to my skin like glue. My hair is wet from the waves. Shirt clings, sticky with salt and sweat. Lila waves big.

“Bye, Zephyr! Come back!” she yells.

Her voice high. Happy. Full of joy. She jumps a little. Sand flies.

I wave back. Smile wide. Big. Teeth show.

My legs are tired. Heavy from running. Knees ache. Arms full of buckets. Pink. Blue. Heavy plastic. Wet sand inside.

Water drips. Handles dig skin. The sun is hot on the
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