Icarus' p.o.v
Tired, I allow myself to get carried away by waves. I absorb the warmth of the sun. Mom interrupts
my peaceful deep sleep. She assumes I wanted to kill myself.

Icarus' p.o.v
Tired, I allow myself to get carried away by waves. I absorb the warmth of the sun. Mom interrupts
my peaceful deep sleep. She assumes I wanted to kill myself.
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