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Unimpressed, the dog plopped on the sand.
Quint couldn't blame Maggie for disbelieving.
For eleven days they'd done the same thing, leaving the cottage quietly before breakfast, before Esperanza Beach got jammed with tourists and beach balls and show-offy lifeguards.
The swirling sand made Quint's limp more pronounced.
They walked slowly past the sherbet-colored cottages -- eleven lemon, nine mint, seven orange -- around the curve to a deserted stand with an `` Eats '' sign jiggling in the wind.
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