❝I want to run the beach's length, because it never ends❞ —Deborah Ager

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"Hello?"

"Your greetings just keep getting weirder."

"What?"

"Tinkerbell??"

"Well, look who's talking now."

"You still haven't told me your name yet, He-Who-Refuses-To-Be-Named."

"Um, okay... so why did you call?"

"Apologize?"

"Oh."

"Well... if you're referring to that... maybe I should be the one apologizing. After all, I was the one that accused you of having no life."

"It was stupid of me to assume something like that; I was being inconsiderate. I'm sorry."

"What?"

"... I can take it back if you want it, you know."

"Now you're the one apologizing."

"Wait, wait, wait, I'm lost--what are you apologizing for again?"

"Dude, I'm still so brainwashed from this physics exam I just took hat I can't be expected to remember whatever we were talking about a minute ago."

"Dory is my spirit animal."

"Did you see the movie?"

"... I've never felt so sad since you mentioned that all your seagull friends had migrated."

"Well... when you put it that way... I dunno; I guess since they meant a lot to you, I could respect them a little more."

"I mean, it's not that I hate it, just that..."

"It's kind of a weird, complicated thing that doesn't make sense."

"Okay, fine. So you know how beaches always show up in pictures and books and things as these magical utopia places where all your stress and sorrow is completely washed away and nothing ever bothers you again and you can feel free and happy without anyone ruining it?"

"... Ugh, you're making this difficult. Anyway, I always assumed beaches were like that--pure, soft white sand, sunshine, bright blue waves..."

"... but beaches are never that perfect."

"Seriously, hear me out! I thought beaches were like those tumblr edits, you know, with the cheesy quote slapped onto a gorgeous photo. You know what I'm talking about, right?"

"... Ugh, you're so aggravating. Anyway, none of the beaches I've ever been to have ever fit the mold of that perfect, flawless beach. Instead, I've just seen those windy, overcast beaches with gritty sand and trash everywhere and cold water and obnoxious seagulls."

"Okay, seriously stop. Anyway, it just threw cold water on the idea I'd always had of what the beach looked like."

"See, that's it. The Bahamas were lit. Totally lit. But the Bahamas aren't real life--and that's why I had to come back home last Sunday night... and go back to school and face up to the reality of everything I have to do. That's why I've been so... you know... easily triggered over the past couple days."

"Aww, really? Don't be sad; my problems aren't yours to deal with."

"Tinkerbell?"

"Seriously, take some time off."

"Goodbye."

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tina