In her waking moments, the only life Lolita remembers begins when she crawled from the withered soggy grasp of the sea unto the deserted beach. Was it really only three years ago that brought this whole new life? The wreck had brought endless days of floundering in fear, nearly drowning. Then thirst, floating in the sea, surrounded by water but unable to drink was another kind madness.
It was lonely. There were no adoring fans, no assistants to run errands. Coffee was a long forgotten luxury. There were no people here, only other wounded animals, species long forgotten.
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