• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 12
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As a child, the ocean reminded her of beer. The white froth bubbling and swishing, caused by any collision with anything solid. She just wanted to jump in and drink it.

As a child, colliding with life she decided she no longer wanted to exist.

So she jumped in.

She dived into the head, already frothing, already foaming. Within a day, she drank her way out.

Within a day, she came to the conclusion that she wanted to live there forever.

Within a day: she moved in.