Quick fight, gentle release. But the little guy just… wouldn’t leave. Hovered there, finning next to my boot like we’d made some sort of connection. I’m talking full eye contact. I’m trying to tell him, “Buddy, this is where we part ways.”

He just kept hanging there like we were about to grab a beer after work. Eventually he drifted off, slow as if to say, “See you next time, pal.”



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