I was pretty young. Maybe eight or nine, and we were at an old amusement park in Santa Cruz, California. My memory of this is really blurry. I do remember though that the rollercoaster had a wooden track painted deep red, the sea seemed really cold as I looked out along a pier, and I...
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.