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The two of them leaned with their backs to the railing
watching a young father with his kid down the dock with a fresh catch. Alan turned looking at her hazel eyes and
quickly forced a smile before looking out at the water. The fog had started to burn away and with it
the dark water.
“Most guys come into the bar with clear intentions; it’s a
game to them. They stalk the bar,
looking for a desirable prey.” She
placed her hand on his, “How long has it been?”
“Three months.” Alan paused.
“If I told you I made mistakes, I’m where I’m at by my own faults?”
Kimberly replied. “We’ve
all made mistakes. What’s important is I
can see it, even now you’re thinking of her.”
“For the only time in my life, it made sense. Everything in my life made sense. And now she is gone.”

