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  1. I'm sitting on the beach with her, and it's late September, and the sun's setting over the horizon and the only word to describe this moment is perfect. the sound of our other friends' chatter is mingled with seagull cries and the sound the shore makes when a retreating wave pulls gravel along with it and the ocean is whispering "shhhhhh". her eyes look like she's thinking something over. something that's a little sad, or confusing. "what's up?" i ask. she pauses and then replies "remember how (insert name) was crying when she got here?" "yeah." "it's just . . .i feel like . . .maybe it's my fault?" i take her and and say "look at me. all we can do is help her through this, because that's what she needs. and it's not your fault. really really." she sighs and looks into the distance. her arms are around me now and i lean into her chest. I'm wearing the sweatshirt she gave me when i was cold earlier, and i never want to leave this place. right here in her arms, the sun setting, her head against mine. and i whisper in her ear, "i love you". and the waves are crashing and the sky is turning pink, and she's pulling me in closer, and then, she smiles. dedicated to S. , because i love you and i . . .uh . . love you???
  2. I'm sitting on the beach with her, and it's late September, and the sun's setting over the horizon and the only word to describe this moment is perfect. the sound of our other friends' chatter is mingled with seagull cries and the sound the shore makes when a retreating wave pulls gravel along with it and the ocean is whispering "shhhhhh". her eyes look like she's thinking something over. something that's a little sad, or confusing. "what's up?" i ask. she pauses and then replies "remember how (insert name) was crying when she got here?" "yeah." "it's just . . .i feel like . . .maybe it's my fault?" i take her and and say "look at me. all we can do is help her through this, because that's what she needs. and it's not your fault. really really." she sighs and looks into the distance. her arms are around me now and i lean into her chest. I'm wearing the sweatshirt she gave me when i was cold earlier, and i never want to leave this place. right here in her arms, the sun setting, her head against mine. and i whisper in her ear, "i love you". and the waves are crashing and the sky is turning pink, and she's pulling me in closer, and then, she smiles. dedicated to S. , because i love you and i . . .uh . . love you???
  3. I'm sitting on the beach with her, and it's late September, and the sun's setting over the horizon and the only word to describe this moment is perfect. the sound of our other friends' chatter is mingled with seagull cries and the sound the shore makes when a retreating wave pulls gravel along with it and the ocean is whispering "shhhhhh". her eyes look like she's thinking something over. something that's a little sad, or confusing. "what's up?" i ask. she pauses and then replies "remember how (insert name) was crying when she got here?" "yeah." "it's just . . .i feel like . . .maybe it's my fault?" i take her and and say "look at me. all we can do is help her through this, because that's what she needs. and it's not your fault. really really." she sighs and looks into the distance. her arms are around me now and i lean into her chest. I'm wearing the sweatshirt she gave me when i was cold earlier, and i never want to leave this place. right here in her arms, the sun setting, her head against mine. and i whisper in her ear, "i love you". and the waves are crashing and the sky is turning pink, and she's pulling me in closer, and then, she smiles. dedicated to S. , because i love you and i . . .uh . . love you???
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