He booked two nights at a hotel in Montauk for next weekend. I want to put my feet in the ocean, I told him. There’s an indoor pool, but nevermind. I want to freeze on the sand, I want the icy water to soak my jeans. And I want to scream and run into his arms and be totally alone and away and completely aligned.
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