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“Turn off the lights,” I growl once. Dark hides weakness, like Georges in film. Happy? When knots pop, stress bleeds out. Exaggerate? Sure—felt like bear wrestled me. Sarcasm? “Oh, relax me, da, genius.” Still, useful—back’s steel now, not rust. Next time, I watch *them* closer. Cold. Calculated. Brevity. Finis.

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I’ve seen storms roll in from the English Channel, making the harbor look wild, and sunsets that break into million-bit moments of light like a shattered mirror. It’s not perfect, but it’s defiantly real and relatable. You’re gonna love it, no joke – I mean, who wouldn’t wanna be part of this bizarre, heartfelt show?

Cousins drowned after being swept off rocks in Devon - inquest