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... heo, and I walked toward the ocean. The soft breeze blowing toward us was cool against my skin, the cold of night not yet banished by the day’s warmth. The air went still, letting the sound of softly crashing waves reach us. I focused on the sand beneath my feet and the whitewash calling out to us as I thought of how to start.
Before I knew it, we were at the water. We sat down just above the lapping tide, close enough that it would reach our feet if we stayed too long.
“So,” Bar ...
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