It didn't seem like a very different day when I woke up that morning, but glancing over I quickly realized there was something sitting by where I was sleeping that I was relatively certain hadn't been there before. I put on my glasses blinking a few times before reaching for the two items. No, they definitely hadn't been there before. The sketch
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It was close on nightfall when she wandered down the beach, Stolichnya in hand. She had only just opened this one, and it tasted as good as she expected - rough and burning her throat as it went down. She passed by a kid who looked like he was having a very sober time sketching, and stopped, wondering if he was any good.
"How can you sketch something that moves?" she asked, indicating the ocean with a nod of her head and a curious quirk of her mouth.
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I stood up and stretched slightly figuring it was past time for some food.
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A habit she had probably picked up from Indy.
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"I started out over there by that rock and then moved over here to get a better view of that part of the shore."
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"Wow, you're good."
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"How long were you out swimming?" I didn't remember seeing anyone in the water when I was working, but I suppose it was possible there was a rock or something in the way blocking my view.
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"Everything's just a hobby here. Don't bullshit me, man."
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"Oh, I was over there when I first came out this morning, but then I moved to this side." It was possible to see a bit of where she was pointing too, but there wouldn't have been any way I would have noticed her.
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