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As the sun bade goodbye, surrendering to the growing darkness, and the vibrant lights of the carnival painted the night sky, the trio departed the joyous shore, their hearts ablaze with the promise of a much better tomorrow. The sign of their break, the unceasing ocean, acted as a reminder that the tides of change were inescapable, washing away the footprints of their brief escape, however leaving an enduring mark upon their souls.

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