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A Day at the Beach


The bright, hot sun is out. I'm trying to tan, but who am I kidding? I burn faster than marshmallows in a fire. I usually caption pics, my bff featuring me the lobster. I'm not red yet, so that's nice. Did I mention, I hate seagulls. Oh sorry, I just really hate them. All they do is attack you for food and then give it back to you in a way you don't want to receive it. I won't go there, I promise. The beach can be fun, but after a while it gets boring and irritating. Sand in my swimsuit, food isn't fresh, and the waves are way too much.
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