I wish, I wish I wish I wish.
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You wrote your name in the sand?
Yeah.
When she didn't say anything else, he started to as well.
They were existing in Paradise, in a Paradise-No-More.
We have to go back, he said.
I don't really want to.
Why not?
It's comfortable here. It's like I can pretend that I was the one that vanished, and not the other way around.
Can we talk about this inside? I'm getting cold.
Okay.
In the morning, she agreed to go with.
She requested that they stop at the beach one last time. The tide had swallowed her name, but spared his.
He watched her from the road and loved her.
He thought things might turn out all right.
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That's impossible, he thought. There's no way.
Not wishing to sit and ponder the possible all day, he got to work.
A ladder would be too short. A scissors wouldn't do justice. He needed a sheer and a fire truck. He had to bury him. It was the least he could do.
He backed up and extended the ladder to just the right height. Up, up, up he went.
He looked the corpse right in the eyes.
Down, down, down you must go!
Kay, he said simply, and went on his way.
He peered over and looked at his work,
turned quickly and stumbled with a halfwitted jerk,
he fell to the ground and bumped his head.
No more monkeys jumpin' on the bed!
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