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"You’re a saint." Sarah sighed, staring out at the turquoise water. "I saw a girl back there trying to take a selfie for twenty minutes. I almost told her to just turn around and look at the actual ocean."

Elena looked up to see Sarah, her best friend of thirty years, trekking across the dunes. Sarah dropped her bag and collapsed into the chair beside her, her skin glowing with the kind of confidence that only comes from outliving the need to impress anyone. mature beach moms

"In the side pocket. And there’s a turkey wrap if you’re hungry," Elena said, not moving her eyes from her book. "You’re a saint

Elena laughed, finally closing her book. "Let them have their filters. I’ll take the real thing, even with the humidity." Sarah dropped her bag and collapsed into the