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Kira leaned back in her hammock and sipped at her Mango Tango. The drink was sweet and icy, a perfect contrast to the thick heat. Beads of condensation trickled down the sides of the glass in her hand. One of them fell onto her bare stomach, revealed by her blue, two-piece bathing suit. She took a deep breath, inhaling the mingling scents of sunscreen and the ocean breeze.
The sky was blue and cloudless. She pulled her headphones from her ears as the final wistful, looping chords ended on Nine Inch Nails’ ‘The Background World.’ Now the only sounds were the faint strains of lively, Latin music and the roar of the surf in the distance.
And the tapping of Rob’s keyboard.
She sighed. “Do you have to work on that thing everywhere we go?”
Rob scowled at her from where he sat in the pati
