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We emerge from the heated in car into the brisk February air. The sand blows up against my jacket as we approach the water's edge. The water is frozen for a mile out, and snows mounds dot the ice in a wave formation.
"Come on, " I urge him, as I step onto the ice, tugging at his coat sleeve.
He hesitantly follows, whispering, "Won't we get in trouble? Isn't this dangerous?"
"Come on!" I laugh again at the irony of his questions.
He shifts his gaze to the lone man on the beach flying a kite as if he seeks this stranger's approval. We take careful and deliberate
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its just good ol' giddy seduction
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its just good ol' giddy seduction
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