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It’s going to break off.

I’m telling you.

Wind keeps up like this it’s going to break off.

Dry out.

Crumble.

The whole thing.

Break off.

Nice idea.

Too ambitious.

Wrong sort of sand for ambitious.

This is play-it-safe sand.

Saw it as soon as I got out of the car.

Don’t-take-any-chances sand.

Not the right sort of sand for a giraffe.

A sand sculpture of a giraffe?

Idiot.

What was I thinking?

Be fine.

Be extra careful.

Soft brushes.

Small tools.

Grain at a time stuff.

Big things.

Giraffes.

Take longer.

That’s all.

You can do it.

Three hours left.

Delicate touch.

Spray bottle.

Not too much.

A mist.

You can win.

Beat the dolphins with a giraffe.

See their faces then.

I miss her.

Try not to think about it.

Think about the giraffe.

I miss her.

Giraffe.

I miss the sound of that stupid typewriter.

The look on their faces.

I miss the sound of her breathing next to me.

Don’t.

I miss everything about her.

Stop.

Stop now.

Don’t want to forget.

She’s gone.

It’s going to break off.

I’m telling you.

Wind keeps up like this.

Crumble.

Everything does.

You can do it.

Steady hand.

Be gentle.

Grain at a time stuff.

Look.

Over there.

Dolphin.

Dorsal fin has gone.

Broken off.

Told you.

Still in it.

Still got a chance.

Giraffe?

Idiot.

I miss her.