Three girls approached him carrying towels. "Mind if we sit here?" Smiles stretched across the bottom halves of their faces and sunglasses obscured the rest. "Sure." Bare feet, tight jeans, and tank tops. Some things he still noticed reflexively.
They sat in a line off to his left, towels serving no observable purpose other than keeping sand from sticking to them. Passers by would have mistaken him for an acquaintance of theirs. For a while they all stared off into the ocean. Searching the horizon for nothing in particular.
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