Bristol chick waiting for the next coach
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Metal chick visits local aquarium
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While most people seek shelter when a thunderstorm crashes down along the beach, not me. I embrace it, savoring every minute of it with a fucking beer in my hand.
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In these moments, I turn my head to tune it all out—the clamor of the hustle, if only for a fleeting second. The waning sunlight delicately kisses my face, and I acknowledge it for what it is—a poignant marker of yet another day's passage.
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