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| It was around 7 pm. There would be no beach walk tonight! Stubborn Dog's wind speed ears flapped in the strong wind. There would be too much low-flying sand. |
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| Maybe Tomorrow. They headed back. As he walked back to the house, Beach Buoy was sure he had the correct decision. The Leaf-laden trees that edged the road were inclined to agree. BEACH BUOY. |
