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“He would come back into her life, from time to time, in the same way that hurricanes visit shorelines.” The memories haunted my dreams. His photos were everywhere. His stuff in every crack of my room. Our memories came with floods of tears. His nuzzling and hot breath on cold winter nights creep into my thoughts everytime I go to the barn. His kind, brown eyes completely unforgettable. It became normal to think of him; even though he was gone. His memories came and went like how the waves come to the shore (Simile). They comfort me; they take me back when I felt normal. They take me back to before the the hurricane. Scooter, caring and kind, make my life better in so many ways (Out of order adjectives). Thank you for saving me before the hurricane.
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