I think all girls are sailors. They lash themselves to the helm and protect themselves from the rocks and rapids and the silly stings of stupid boys. And we throw them in the water again and again until they get cold and hard, like the very rocks they try to keep themselves from splintering their vessel into. Sometimes, I want to slow down the waves for you so that you can see that dry land isn't so far away.
But I know. You know how to sail. It doesn't always help, but you got a strong foundation. Me, I only know from bumper boats.
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