Ah, this man is dangerously attractive. “Come to the beach with me my love”, he said. “We will take a picnic and revel in the salt air and sunshine.” And so we did.
The day grew grey and gloomy. “Why the glum face darling”, he laughed. “This is the best weather for dancing in the water.” He grabbed my hand and I found myself in the crashing waves clutching my hat. He laughed with such joy that I almost forgot I couldn’t swim.
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