Liz grimaced as she bit into her sandwich and felt the distinctive gritty crunch of sand between her teeth. She spat out a sad-looking lump of masticacted white bread with threads of pink luncheon onto the wet sand. Disgusting. That stupid sand was everywhere: in her eyes, in all her crevices, and now in her lunch. She had been rubbed raw by it
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