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❛ And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones

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And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones. 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.


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PRE-SEASON ONEprologue

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PRE-SEASON ONE
prologue

PRE-SEASON ONEprologue

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THE SEA WAS Nikita's only constant, her only friend. If ever she needed someone to comfort her, hear her weep, console of her problems, the sea was that for her. She would watch as the waves crashed on the beach, the suds bubbling over the sand before dragging away any imperfection made. Like the sand, Nikita, too, felt the emotional scars be taken with those sudsy waves, leaving her a simple blessing of clarity.

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