He had no mother, no father, no siblings, no relatives. He had no friends, nor people to talk to. It was just him and the ocean. He liked sitting on the sand and feel the waves tickle his feet. He liked the sound of the waves embracing the sand. He liked whispering things to the ocean. He liked listening to what it would whisper back. From time to time, the ocean brought him treats. He liked to examine the shells, that once held life he never had. He liked examining the sparkling metal coins, jewelry, and other things people dropped into the ocean.
It was just him and the ocean. And no one else.
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