#shellrees over

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Sal sat quietly on the embankment, watching with tired eyes as the waves gently washed over the beach. The water was higher, but high tide had yet to come and the remaining cinnamon rolls he’d laid out on the beach after Callie left had yet to be washed away. He’d reached that point where he regretted walking barefoot, but there was nothing he could do about it and simply set his shoes on the ground near Callie’s snail key chain. Besides, he was too tired to care right now. He’d spent the whole night awake with Callie on his vigil and had stayed up to make sure the rolls would be washed away. He was just about ready to conk out for the rest of the day. Still, all that time had given him time to think. A lot of things had happened that year. His meeting with Blueshift on the way to Inkopolis... Catching up with old friends... Finally meeting Callie and Marie... Getting hit by that truck with Mimi... It had been wild. And now he had actual work even. He was able to continue what he’d left off. Maybe things really weren’t so bad? Eh, what could he know. He felt himself drifting off to sleep again. Maybe he’d call for a cab when he woke up... No need to bother Callie again or stay all the way till midnight. Besides... He let out a yawn and quietly shifted to his nautilus form. Leaning his shell against his shoes, he spread out his tentacles and began to slip to sleep.