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... rvent. Palm trees on the beach swayed before the neon signs. With a "pop" sound, a hand in fingerless gloves opened a beer, white foam surged out. The flowing liquid carved a path like Moses parting the sea on the can, condensed with cold mist, and washed away the fine sand particles on the uneven wooden table, rolling into the gaps of the grain, sliding into the pit made by plastic sandals.
The foot in slippers lightly tapped the ground. A hand in tactical gloves rested on the chair’s a ...
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