Chapter 49 Emma- Damian 21

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• I was on the beach one week before Christmas. And I wasn't the only one.
• I lay back on my towel, supported up on my arms behind me, the sun so warm on my face that it seemed unreal. I sipped my drink, a sweet, boozy concoction delivered in a sliced-in-half pineapple with a small umbrella, and stared out at the limitless lake. The waves lapped gently on the white sands, the sea an emerald blue. There was only me and the fellow with whom I shared the towel.