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"Love And Times At Sea" by harvestmoon66
I often wonder why we act the way we act to ones we love and hold near, whether it is not appreciating them enough or taking a bad day out on them. I suppose it's true: you never know what you have until it's gone. I bite down on the already chewed pencil and try to drown out my worries. It helps only a little bit. Laying down my writing utensil, I rest my head on my battered notebook. I have to stop getting into these messes. My bad luck woes started on a watery sky day. I awoke at 9:30 am NST, groggy and tired. My white Weewoo tugged at my Red Acara ear, pulling a few strands of thick curly brown hair with her beak. Grumbling, I shooed her away, rubbing my eyes.

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