ONE OF THE BOYS

Life moved forward, the fall came, Ian's hair started to fall out like the leaves on the trees. We kept surfing though, never really took a break. I finally felt like I was part of something that I could be proud of. Surfing had brought us even closer that summer, I didn't think we could possibly get any closer, but we did. We needed each other, more than air it seemed sometimes. 

We were best friends.

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