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...right coast, wrong coast...

It seemed like the end of the world, that day.

Clouds choked out the noontime sun, and the air was utterly still. No wind rustled through the tree branches, yet the water still rippled, as though the fish beneath it were dying.

He could see for miles, all the way to the other side of the lake.

She said goodbye to him, and he to her. He watched her climb aboard the boat.

He watched her leave, watched as the boat moved slowly across the water. He watched it for what seemed like an eternity, as it travelled all the way to the other side of the lake.

No wind rustled through the tree branches, but still he shivered, and the world before him rippled, as though he were now beneath the water.

It seemed like the end of the world, that day.

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