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Submitted to Contest #324
I had always come to the boathouse in the summers when I was a child. I could remember the sun on my skin, the salt that lingered in the air, and the way the boat seemed to rock in sync with my thoughts. The dock itself looked dark and uninviting—almost as if it were taunting me for coming back. I wanted to throw up.It was the first summer since my grandpa had died, and the boathouse seemed to still with that reality. I didn’t want to go inside. I didn’t want to be reminded.After I moved away, I avoided this place like the plague. I made exc...
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