Deal Pier doesn’t do much, but I love it.
They made us stand.
As he lay there, head throbbing and eyes blinded by the sun, all he could do was think about the could-a, would-a, should-a’s.
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They both heard the buzzer.
He thought it was her turn.
She, in turn, thought it was his.