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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 2:31 am
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Another short story, written in April. It was supposed to be nice and very short. It's about the climate.
She was sitting on the pier, looking at the sea. That's how her old friend found her. She's been always coming here, ever since he remembered. Ever since they both remembered. She didn't know why, though. She just liked water.
They haven't seen each other for some time. First they both have been busy, barely finding some time for a couple of minutes of phone conversation. Then he left for a few months to study abroad. Now he was back at last and immediately went to the first place that came on his mind, to the pier. He was looking for her, he wanted to see her and knew he would find her there.
When he got on the pier and came up to her, the boards creaked under his feet. His friend shifted her seat and slowly turned her head. She smiled gently at his sight and made a gesture with her hand, telling him to sit beside her. Happy in her own, calm way, she hasn't changed at all. He sat down beside her. They were sitting for some time in silence, looking at the sea. At last, she snuggled to him. "It's good you're here", she murmured.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 11:17 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 11:43 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 12:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 12:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 12:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 1:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 3:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 12:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 12:41 pm
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