finally
his car was near mine. i took out the seashells we had collected on the beach when i drove through a hurricane to see him. they hadn't been moved from my car where he had first left them, to remind me of that day. one broke and i arranged its remains on the hood of his car, and piled the rest of them there. when i came back his car was replaced
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