Jack shook his head, denying that, and he struggled to grasp anything else. All he could think of was the man before him in black neoprene, open to his waist. Tanned. Hair mussed and dried crisp with salt. He could see it and then just as quickly the vision passed and he was lost.
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Date: 2015-04-08 11:27 pm (UTC)"No," he said. "I don't surf."