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As they made their way along the shoreline, they stumbled upon a small, secluded cove. The water was crystal clear, and a sandy beach beckoned them to come and explore. The boys quickly settled in, spending the day swimming, sunbathing, and laughing together. summer boys — 5:35 They keep the streetlight