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“No no no no no...” Robin stuttered in panic. “Amber, A-A-Amber, p-please Amber, w-wake up...”
But she wouldn’t. The body of Amber Richards lay on the beach, drenched in seawater and cold as the grave, eyes closed shut and not opening.
“A-AMBER P-PLEASE!” Robin yelled, tears starting to roll down his face, “WAKE UP!”
A flock of Wingull fled from its perch, but no other response was given to the young boy’s desperate wail.












