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She took both boards, then, on a second thought, put one back. If he wasn't that great at surfing, then he could start out on the same board as her. She walked at his side to the water's edge, then slowly stepped into the waves, heading about waist-high, before motioning for him to get on the board. She slid on it herself, one leg on each side, facing the distant horizon. They could paddle the rest of the way out. "So what do you do to pass time? You know, besides read?" She asked teasingly. "Don't get me wrong, I love a good book, but you have to do something else, too."













