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Old Pal

Hearing the waves crash as we stood on my porch was the last time I saw him. One small
light flickered as he hugged me goodbye for the night. His last words to me were see
you Sunday as he walked away. Watching him vanish into the pitch dark, I had no idea
that was the last time I would see him. Would I have said something different? Hugged
him tighter? Every time I walk out of the beach house I still taste that same beachy air
that I did that night. Never noticed it till then. Our beach house will always have a little
chill to it, and its not just during the off-seasons.

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