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ng long enough to leave footprints. But that morning, when he walked into the garage,

n his gloves. He didn't like

ruth

stop thinkin

y she held that pencil like it was the o

ed that. He

the coast, past the pier, past the same street where he firs

e bike

street mural faded with time, staring

ver, hands in his pocke

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used

died in a car crash. Eight months ago. I was supposed t

racked on t

y: "My brother... took his life two years ago. I was

breath

dens. Both carrying

ut her," she said

about him eith

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it's not your life

the t

him, really look at hi

on't know. But maybe...

o the pier again, wordless. The moon h

ng last night,"

iled.

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dn't want to. I

dened. "You

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at him. "Li

dn't

n't ha

iling. For the first time since her sister died

-but something els

hat sounded

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mails from his brother-he ha

over the

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contin