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The sand is too dry up here to make a sandcastle but he’s trying. He wiggles his fingers under the surface a ways until he finds the cool parts, digs up and over. Now he has a hole.
He can feel eyes on him. When can he not, these days? He’d be happy never seeing another grain of sand in his life. He throws a look over his shoulder at Roland and says, feeling like a child but righteous in it, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”











