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The folds in his face were lined with salt, cooked to a dense crust by the sun through a long day on the water, and his legs were stumping slowly up the driveway—stiff and heavy, knackered. Yet when he looked up to see her waiting behind the rails of their deck his stride lengthened, his knees lifted higher and the salt crust on his face was cracked open by a spreading, full-toothed smile. Their
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