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Fantasy Beach
Joey parked his truck, looking around quickly at the cars there. He didn’t see the little blue compact among them. He felt a surge of disappointment. Today would have been the day of confrontation. He decided not to give up. She might still show up. He got his kite from behind the seat, along with his bag of gear. Hanging the strap of the bag over his shoulder, he grabbed his chair and cooler of soda. He went to his normal spot and set up his chair. Then he began to put his stunt kite...