Deal Pier

Deal Pier doesn’t do much, but I love it.

Dear Diary

Dear diary,
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.