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November 23, 2011
The sunlight scorched her skin with the heat of summer, but she shivered in her bathing suit. So scared her teeth chattered, poor thing. Oh, how he loved the way her fear felt against his body. He held her, stroked her hair, whispered that she was safe, safe as he eased her closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.

They weren't alone. There were others. Why couldn't they see? Why didn't they help?

"Want to see something funny?" he asked. "Help me hold her down."

And they did. They did.

At the end, eyes averted, they walked away.