The Fontaine Bleu

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Jo

I smile back at him, "You surf? Me too."
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Chris

"Yes, I do. I have been surfing for a very long time. Maybe we can surf together some time." I say.
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-Winnie the Pooh




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Jo

I smile wider and nod, "I'd like that."
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Chris

"Great." I say, smiling.
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Jo

*timelapse*
Um...one year?

(Long relationship? Lol.)
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Chris

I smile and wink at Jo and we run into the water. I paddle out into the water and wait for her to catch up to me. "The waves are huge." I say.
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Jo

I smile and paddle after him, tilting my shades up and into my hair. I get to him and sit on my board, glancing around for the perfect wave.
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Chris

I spot and good one and glide right onto it. I smile big and jump off the wave as it dies, paddling back out to Jo.
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Jo

I smile and kiss him long and hard when he gets to me before finding a wave as swimming to it when it comes close enough. I swear when I realize it's too big and fall, feeling something sting me as I get caught in the current. I look down to see a sting ray and my eyes close on me.
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Chris

I swear when she gets caught and I undo the strap on my leg and dive in after her.
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Jo

My vision goes blurry when he pulls me out, a huge sting on my torso, it bleeding. I cough up water before my eyes close again, laying cold on the sand.
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Chris

"Jo are you okay?" I ask. Before she can answer, I call 911.
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Thank God for iphone life proof cases.
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Jo

I can't hear him, everything blacking out, and and twitch a little, electricity still running through my body.
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Chris

I swear and pick her up and run her to where they said they would meet me. I hear the sirens and they stop in front of me. I hope into the back and hold her hand.
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Jo

I don't move, not one bit, and pass out completely as they get to the hospital.
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I was flummoxed by fractious Franny's decision to abrogate analgesics for the moribund victims of the recent conflagration. Of course, to display histrionics was discretionary, but I did so anyways, implicating a friend in my drama to make the effect cumulative. I think a misanthrope would have a prosaic appellation, perhaps one related to autonomy and the rejection of anthropocentrism. I think they wouldn't think much of the prominence of watching the coagulation of tea to prognosticate future malevolent events, not even if those events were related to jurisprudence.
— Spearmint