We're on the pier. I'm sitting with Sarah on a beam extending perpendicular to the pier, parallel to the waves, which are at very low tide. Cory R. is standing in the shallow water. He is throwing two footballs back and forth with us. One is light brown, the other is dark. I ask Cory what the difference is and he says that one is the Marine Corps ball, and the other is for the Navy Seals. I am flirting with him; I miss him a lot. We also have surfboards and plan on jumping from the beam to catch waves, but the tide keeps moving back...
Wake.
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