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By the weekend Paul attempts to put all thoughts of Alex and Liam — and Alex and Liam, because that image is vivid and pretty and awful and odd — out of his head. He and Craig have beach plans.
It’s overcast out when they wake up — late, because they’ve both been working a lot and sleep and s*x are good — and nowhere near the forecast eighty. The beach is one of their good places, though, and they’ve been looking forward to this all week, so they go anyway.
They park in their usual lot and Craig frowns when Paul pulls a sweatshirt on over his T-shirt. Skin may be awesome but the wind is off the water and it’s January. It’s cold. Beau, no longer Divorce Dog, is thrilled to be out of the house and trots happily alongside them as they walk hand-in-hand above the surf line.
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