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March 20, 2009

Caitlin: I Hope a Shark Eats It

The wind whipped her hair as she threw it into the surf; it landed with a splash she couldn’t hear over the breakers. Good riddance.

She’d chewed it out painstakingly with her own dainty little teeth, and it took several years. A labor of love, really, that went unappreciated. “Nothing but trouble, “ she’d told the others. “And we don’t need more trouble.”

Not everyone agreed, but they didn’t hold the power that she did. So she’d had her way.

A long time to wait for this blissful emptiness, but worth every cold wave she could feel even from shore.

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