what one (haven't you yet learned that i can only mean myself when i say 'one'? i don't quite have the gall to own up to say 'i'.) does at the beach:
-tries to balance trashy and high-brow novels (e.g. cocktails for three [about women chatting at a swanky london bar about their romances] and memories, dreams, reflections [the autobiography of carl jung])
-itches scratchy itch bug bites
-eats her weight in scallops, shrimp, fish, succotash (look it up you ingrate!), and peaches
-tumbles in the waves
-picks sand from every corner (e.g. molars, ear corners, eyelid nooks, etc.)
-sleeps
-hugs people a lot
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