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He was huddled in his basement, glass of bourbon in his hand, crying like a baby. Tear after tear fell on the wooden frame of his next boat, christened "The Kelly."
He stroked the soft, supple wood with his hands—wishing that he could be holding them in his arms again. He could still see their faces in his mind's eye as if they had been together only yesterday. As if they were only running errands and would be back soon. As if his phone would ring and it would be Shannon, telling him that everything was going to be all right. He always thought that time would heal his pain, but it hadn't helped yet.
He was still as devastated as he had been at their funeral. He had just learned to hide his pain better. Maybe that's all time was good for: it didn't help you forget, or help ease the hurt, it just taught you to get better at bottling it all up so no one else could see it.
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