So I'm sitting here... on a bench... in Marty's sweater.... staring out at the ocean. It's strange, really. I don't know what to think of myself. All I know is that I'm cold and I can hear planes landing at the airport to my right. I'm listening to ATB wondering if this is it. More than anything, I'm coming to terms with the fact that I miss it. I
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