Beach Daze (For the #PlanetorPlastic writing contest)
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I cross out the date: June 23, 20XX. My calendar is empty. Each date is meticulously crossed from existence, not a single one containing anything worth remembering. Today was no different. As the marker seals the end of the day, I feel a feeling in the pit of my stomach begin to rise.
There is just one box I'm looking forward to. Just one day of note.
June 24, 20XX. Scribbled excitedly in red pen, it reads:
"Beach Day!! :)"
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