Once In A Lifetime

The night’s confusion still pulsed in their veins—fear, wonder, adrenaline tangled together. Ben rubbed his hands down his jeans, grounding himself. “I don’t even know what to call this,” he admitted. Clinton gave a slow nod, his camera still hanging limp at his side. “I do,” he said quietly. “Once-in-a-lifetime.” They shared a look, both knowing that, as chaotic as it was, they wouldn’t trade the experience. Some memories were meant to stay unforgettable.
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