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Eddie bought a pair of swim trunks for himself and Dylan at the concierge pod, which was a more like a surf shop than a hotel front desk. He paid at the automated cash register, using his thumbprint to connect to his banking account. Then he followed Dylan and Alma as they ran toward the sandy beach in the distance, laughing.
He pulled off his shirt and looked up at the sky.
The sun had completely risen, and Refugio’s brown sky had a slight haze to it.
A shoreline wind blew across the beach, stirring up a sandy cloud. Several white cabanas rustled near the shore.
Dylan splashed into the water.
“Papi!”
Eddie waved and caught up.
Alma watched from the beach, lying on a blanket while Eddie and Dylan splashed around in the waves.
Dylan was fascinated by the revolving nature of the
