Love story

“Here, I got this for you.”

I turned around to see my younger brother, a junior in high school. He was holding something small down by his side. Tucked under his guitar calloused fingers like a secret, he offered it to me with an awkward jerk.

It was an orange bottle opener, shaped like a surfboard with a shark bite taken out of it. Without saying anything else, he sat back down on the sofa and continued watching the MMA fight.

I asked my sister, my father, my mother, did Warren get you anything from the beach?No? Just wondering.

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