No.

This is creepy.

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Creepy presents, an ocean of asphalt, written by someone wholly obscenity and narrated by Owen

McCune.

The boat was rocking slightly from an influx of small waves.

Daniel was sitting cross-legged and staring off into sea.

He'd been rather quiet this morning, but I was trying not to take it personally.

It was early as hell, so I couldn't blame him for being tired.

Despite how many times we'd done these 5 a.m. boat trips, they can be a slog to get up for her. And not only that,

but we were missing Reagan's boisterous energy. She was always the most excited for these, and there was

a suffocating silence without her. I'm sure Daniel was feeling that silence as much as I was.

I cracked open a beer and put it to my lips right away. It went down a little rough. The air was

crisp, but a bit heavy this morning. It felt thicker than I was used to. The sea was still a mystery

to me, even though we'd been here so much.

It wasn't like we were fishermen.

This was just an escape for us, a way to forget the woes that land held so tightly.

Our problems melted away in the smell of iodine and seaweed.

ominous serenity permeated the world when you couldn't see any of society.

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