A long creature has a child by the hand. That last is nine and female.
As they stop, they drop the handshake. They start browsing.
Then, more handgrasping.
They stop again. Do you want a swimsuit? Ya.
He lets her go so she can pick out.
Some ladies buzz over and about him. See, he’s thin, long dark hair; his goatee is thin and black; he’s wearing something long and supersoft. He stares away with no pose. It is worry.
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