2007-04-13 - 1:15 p.m.
I doodled the password on a lime green Post-It; a six digit number I've not thought of in a year.
The surfers are still out in the early, creaking morning. Spring's trying to shake off Winter, but the fight has been a tough one. Walks on the streets, too windy on the boardwalk.
Pushing it with milkshakes on 45 degree days. Just killing time until summer.
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