You step out onto the sand, fresh out of the long car ride to the beach house. Scanning the crowd, you see a few faces you recognize- Surfer Boy, Nasty Karen and her three kids, Ice Cream Man. And me, high up in the lifeguard chair, scanning the water. Focused and calm. The eye of your hurricane. It's about sunset and warm, the perfect time for a walk along the shore. I switch places with another guard, and walk over to you. Hey. Just get here?
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