1. I write my message and place it inside the bottle. There it'll remain until.. what, eight years from now? I know it'll still remain as relevant to me as it did.
2. She pushes her soft, rolled up sleeping bag aside and pulls my shoulder towards her.
3. Reliving high school memories in front of a dilapidated old toilet next to a narrow trunk road.
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