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Murder Is But A Memory

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We moved through the crowd and down the pier to the end, out over the Pacific Ocean. You'd hardly believe that less than five years ago this ocean was raging with war; planes flying high above this beautiful body of water, ships cutting across the surface, submarines lurking in the dark depths.

That seemed like a distant memory at this moment. The sun was setting over the ocean, strips of clouds hanging like pink cotton candy tempting us to reach up and grab a handful. Purple, blue and orange shades streaked across the sky like a child's haphazard crayon marks...

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