| My three best friends and I planned a week-long trip
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| For our spring break during our senior year of high school
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| We were untethered and free and grown
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| We left before the sun rose and began the first leg
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| To Virginia Beach for a couple of days
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| Before heading out to camp on the Outer Banks
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| When we arrived, we spent the first night playing video games
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| We brought from home in our hotel room
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| In the morning, we ventured out into the world
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| And wandered around until late at night
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| Like spectators or ghosts
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| As artificial lights burned brighter than daylight
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| The boardwalk was teeming with youth
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| Brashly claiming adulthood like it was the last day on earth
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| We retreated back to our hotel, exhausted
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| The phone in our room rang out at an ungodly hour
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| When only bad things are on the other end
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| I answered and gave it to Danny
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| So he could hear his brother passed away
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| He dropped the phone and bolted out into the hall
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| Blind with grief
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| We ran out after him, unsure of what to do
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| He threw off our embrace and escaped down the stairs to the beach
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| And haunted the shore of the Atlantic for hours and hours
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| I waited and watched from a nearby park bench
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| When he came back, we got into the car and drove the twelve hours back home
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| And made it just in time for the funeral |