MetBySunlight
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The music can be heard in the distance; ten men sitting on sofas, ten men talking, planning, listening, and waiting. The time will always be right, but they're waiting for it to be perfect; before the boat leaves, but also after, not wanting to make a profile until it hits twelve, planning something far off from the teenagers' original plans. There are more of them, spread out in the darkness of their homes, doing the same. At last they can draw out the finishing touches of their plan as these men have been excluded from the country for several years, only needed for produce.
More than sixty teenagers are having a good time, partying and totally unaware of what's going to turn their day into a suffering night. Naivety is their best skill as they trespass over the island, entering places they shouldn't.
The ten men laugh, smoking the last of their cigarette, drinking the last gulp of beer and get their tools ready, heading off into the night.
More than sixty teenagers are having a good time, partying and totally unaware of what's going to turn their day into a suffering night. Naivety is their best skill as they trespass over the island, entering places they shouldn't.
The ten men laugh, smoking the last of their cigarette, drinking the last gulp of beer and get their tools ready, heading off into the night.