As usual, ya'll are making me smile! thank you
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By my rough estimation, our homes were a mere three miles apart.
Three miles of sand, yet millions of miles of social status.
No, that's not right because according to my bank statements, I couldbe part of her world.
But I didn't want to be part of her world; I wanted to beher world.
I stood just on the other side of the section of dunes that led to her veranda, to her, and wondered again what I was doing.
We were nothing alike.
I was a beach bum.
She was a beach princess.
And unless she was a daddy's girl, which I was guessing she was a tad too old for, she was somebody's wife.
Definitely off limits.
Tell me why I wasn't turning around.
Tell me why I didn't stop Sam as he bounded through the dunes, leading the way.
Tell me why, when I cleared my head of the fog and followed the silly dog, a cold sadness crept into my body when I discovered an empty deck.
awwww, poor Edward :(