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The car parks were full, the beach packed. With a bright sun shining overhead, the lightest of breezes, and beautiful rollers slicing the sea into neat curls—the result of some overnight Atlantic storm—hundreds of people had come for the gala. All along the promenade, shops, cafes and pubs had set up little stalls for the customers milling about. Sophie from the Gourmet Kitchen was selling French donuts that looked like regular donuts at twice the price, while Mike Anderson stood nearby, flexing his muscles while he signed autographed copies of a new book about biking in the Himalayas. Grace briefly attempted to talk to him, to see if he remembered her from spinning class, but as she got within earshot she heard some squealing fan asking him what he did to get his thighs s
