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The Beach, early Saturday morning
Stan was celebrating the Solstice. By walking along the beach a day or so after it actually happened, barefoot with his pants legs rolled up as the surf played with his tootsies, tackle box in one hand, fishing pole in the other, and fishing supplies (large umbrella, comfy folding chair, newspaper to snore under) slung across his back.
Open! here fishy fish fish fiiiish
Open! here fishy fish fish fiiiish

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She smiled when she spotted Stan. "Hey you," she called out.
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[OOC: I'm about to head out to a meeting, but I should be back in a couple hours.]
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"Oh, no," she lamented.
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"I think from now on I'll stick to the more reliable method of writing an old-fashioned letter," Mary said jokingly.
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