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Stephen and I were in the ocean playing with a bunch of other people, but when I saw the tide quickly head out, indescribably fast, revealing the sand and shells and animals as it went further and further out, I knew we had to make a run for land. We did, and we were the few to survive when a tidal wave hit the shore. We were just feet away on concrete, but it stopped on the shore and headed back out, taking all of our towels, wallets, belongings. I fretted for a moment, but thought for a moment. I pushed my hand into my pocket and found my car key. It was all alone, and it was all we had, but it was something, and it was huge.