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“When is it coming?” the girl asked.
Neanderdad and his wife shook their heads. They didn’t know. And so, on a pair of rocks beside a parking lot, between the train tracks and a pathway to the beach, the whole family waited. Only the slightest of ocean breezes blew. The sun shined down benignly on them, unable to penetrate either the sea mist in the air or the layer of sunblock shielding the children. A seagull cried out in the distance. In a feat of patience that Neanderdad knew would never be reproduced on demand, the children simply sat.
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