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The sea monsters have been rocking my cradle. I am too afraid to sleep on deck, even though my bunk is humid with fever sweat. Port side I've seen a tentacle the same color as blue poker chips, as my mother's blanket; it is wine dark. It slithers certainly and sadly. When it goes to remove my armor it sees the scars and knows the ending. I am ready. It is voracious. It pulls my hair, cracks...
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