Chapter 87 The Last Breakfast, the First Distance

Malia's POV

Well, resumption is in a week. Yay but no yay.

The deck’s morning air is salty and caffeinated with a little breeze blowing in the smell of sunmelted pineapple. Sunlight angles low over the sea, making each wavelet a molten piece of gold.

We’re all standing barefoot and half-dressed i...

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