Camila knew that if she wanted to get away from Cuba, to have a good life, she needed someone. Someone that takes care of her. Someone that could bring her to La Yuma. She knew that her dream of moving to the United States of America was unrealistic. But was this really going to be her life? Don't get her wrong, Camila loves the beach. The way her hair tangles together because of the combination of wind, the white warm sand and the perfect water. Camila smiled as she looked over the ocean. This was her hometown. She represents Cojímar, she represents Cuba. Why the hell would she like to leave? To finally be herself? #68 in #camrenfanfic
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