Walking on the boardwalk at Seaside Heights, enjoying the
salty aroma of the ocean, waves crashing against the pyles
beneath us.
Trying their best to knock it over, but engineers were de-
finitely doing their jobs well, not wanting to have any
accidents on their watch.
Feeling safe, excited, thrilled, wanting to try everything
seen, a delicious memory that has been aroused and is now
delectably teasing this mind.
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