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Beach: A Fictional Narrative

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‘Wow, impressive.’ Charlotte replied lost in thought. Intelligent, gorgeous, dark blond hair a little messy, tanned skin. Hazel eyes she could get lost in forever. His relaxed jeans hung off his waist, his pale yellow surf tee highlighted his toned athletic physique concealed beneath, irresistible. ‘Are you a surfer?’ ‘Me, no, I don’t like the beach. I dressed with the theme tonight. I’m guessing you love the beach with that gorgeous tan of yours.’ ‘Me? …show more content…

I have this colour all year round,’ she replied feeling self conscious, swept her long shinny black hair behind her shoulder, felt more self conscious. Should have left her hair where it

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