Washed up

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Sprite, the only word I remember, the sun shining on my face. I was sweating under neath my eyes and it was unbelievably hot. I sighed and looked to my left and I seen a girl, she had short blonde hair, and blue eyes. I do not remember knowing this girl but after all my memory had been washed. She was there, her eyes wide open in fear. I asked her why she was so scared and she pointed at water, and that's when I turned around a realized, we are on an island.

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