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The small helicopter with its two steel skids churned offshore and Nick raised up to watch it heading south.
That was a hell of a note, he thought.
A couple couldn't even find a secluded spot anywhere on a beach to neck nowadays without someone swooping down upon them.
If the character flying that thing had gone over San Clemente Island yesterday he would have had an eyeful.

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