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Eli would never have known it was Thanksgiving if not for the giant inflatable turkey that currently sat on the beach. Seriously, that thing was huge—at least fifteen feet tall. He didn’t know who had put it there, but it hadn’t been there the previous evening.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” someone called from their bike as they peddled past on the boardwalk.
He nodded in acknowledgement as he continued to walk the shoreline but doubted the biker had seen, as they were already halfway down the road.
It was still early in the day, but the weather had turned unusually warm, and he felt uncomfortable in his leather jacket. Eli started to remove it, but then remembered the too-tight shirt he was wearing underneath. Benjamin wouldn’t have cared. He liked showing off his muscles. It was the whole
