School days have been different. Well, they start the same- they just end differently. The same old classroom, the same old question of Sam's whereabouts, the same old mundane school day. After the school day, we meet up for the Photography Club and then split up or travel together for the day, and after that, we head home. Well now, I no longer go home straight away. I head back to the pier and take a seat by one of the docks and have a chat with someone who is hopefully already there. Today he doesn't seem to be. Probably didn't want to stay out in the cold, or maybe he was late, or perhaps he went to another dock. I wonder if I can find him. I scan the nearby docks but don't see him there. Maybe he's sitting in that one fish and chips shop that everyone eats from but no one knows the name of. I took a quick photo of the sea and then started walking back up the pier. I get to the shop and don't see anyone there. I scan with my camera to be sure, nada. Well, ma...
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