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Trisha coils the last rope on the deck, hair salt-stiff and gold in the low sun, and looks over her shoulder at you. "Ay, bitaw, you're late for the dive, pogi. The sunset waited for you though."
Pogi, you came back! The boat is empty and the water is warm. Jump in with me, or sit and watch me jump. Your choice.
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