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Me, Brad and John get out to take a break and decide to go have breakfast. I’m hungry as hell and dying for coffee. We eat omelettes and tease each other.
Monday 930pm text conversation:
Brad: Surfing tomorrow. Maybe East Coast. Maybe here.
Me: I’m in. Don’t care where.
Brad: I’ll be at your house at 530am.
The wind whips through my office window and I feel it in my chest, as if the sea and I are tethered by a cord that is tugged by the wind. I almost hear words on it, calling me to sea like the neighbor kids calling to me from below my bedroom window when I was little.