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                    <title>Day 8</title>
                    <description>At 6 am I heard a voice and knock outside my door. It was Melanie and she wanted to say goodbye. Last night when I made the decision to stay in I neglected to consider they were leaving very early in the morning. I'm glad she woke me up. They let a stranger tag along with them their entire vacation. I thanked her for that and shortly after they left I realized I probably would never see them agai</description>
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                    <title>Day 7</title>
                    <description>I wake up around 7 extremely groggy. I only got 4 hours of sleep. I go to the bathroom drink some water and attempt to sleep. After an hour or so I give up and head to see Annette. She asks me how I take my coffee. I didn't want any but felt obliged since she already poured it. white man who likes it black she observes. I sit at a table under the coconut tree. I lay on my back and try to clear</description>
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                    <title>Day 6</title>
                    <description>I39m up a little past 6. I look in my mirror. A 30 year old man looks back. He still has fun like a immature ten year old. I smile.  I grab a papaya and two bananas and head to the hammock. I see Robert strolling around but don39t approach him. The sun is up but it39s brisk still. I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat both because it was the hottest day here and I give o</description>
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                    <title>Day 5</title>
                    <description>I wake up at 9 and sit outside on the bench. I hear my neighbors bustling around already and remember our beach plans. I probably won't have time for breakfast so I grab a papaya and can of coconut water from the fridge. They come out and we say our good mornings. I ask to borrow their SPF 10 sunscreen. I'm pretty bronze by now and the forecast called for intermittent clouds but I don't want to r</description>
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                    <title>Day 4</title>
                    <description>I decided to take it easy today since I knew my neighbors would want to party at night. I woke up at 730and had my morning ritual of drinking 1.5 liters of water while I waited on my breakfast. Melanie came out and asked if I wanted to go snorkeling. While I loved it I wasn39t going out on a boat two days in a row. I told her how much she should pay and gave her some haggling tips. My skin wa</description>
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                    <title>Day 3</title>
                    <description>I woke up and check my phone. 845 am... I had my appointment for my snorkeling trip at 9 I chugged water put on my vibrams shorts and a Tshirt and sprinted down the beach. I got to the boat and Leroy was waiting outside for me. I apologized and he said noworries mon you just leave a big tip I realized I had only brought what I owed him. Two couples were already on board the captain Kirk I d</description>
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                    <title>Day 2</title>
                    <description>I woke up at 630 amwith ten hours of sleep behind me as planned. I took my iPad out to the patio chair to check the weather it was already 79 degrees and the sun was out. Clear skies until about noon when we had a chance of rain. Robert the security guard from last night came by to chat on his way home. He asked me if he frightened me last night I told him no just that39s was tired and may</description>
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                    <title>Negril</title>
                    <description>I stayed up until 1 am the morning of my flight watching the abomination that was lakernuggets game 6. Thursday is the last day of my work week so I typically struggle to stay up that late. However my excitiement about my vacation combined with my sheer frustration at the lakers allowed me to stay awake with relative ease.  When 630 rolled around I struggled to get up. I had packed the night bef</description>
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