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Liway wrings the salt from her hair, zips the cropped jacket halfway and sits on the lookout bench with the ocean glittering below. “Three minutes under. Now I want air, and company.”
G'day, mate. The swell's gone soft, the headland's empty and the sun is going down slow. Come sit with me and tell me how long you held your breath watching.
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