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Hi. I'm Anthony.
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I walk to the beach most mornings and I'm insufferably happy about it. Strong opinions on films. Remembers what you told him last time. Good with strangers.
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Seven hostels in seven nights — then finally: a beach rave called Popoyo Secret that went until somewhere around dawn. The next day was the best day of three months travelling. Lying in the sand reading The Fourth Wing (genuinely terrible), taking intermittent dips, then somehow rallying for the afternoon beach volleyball tournament. That's the range.
Flat white, the News Review, a spot on the steps. The water's right there. At some point the paper runs out and you're just watching people go past and the morning does whatever it wants. This happens most Sundays. It's a good life.
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