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take off before they went into the water—and
each sporting a small backpack they used to
carry their towels, wallets, keys, and cell phones,
the girls planned to spend their day like they had

almost every other day this summer. Surfing.
Maya could already tell that the shore
would be crowded. On the other side of the
street, a family was headed the same direction,
picnic basket and towels in hand and wearing
bathing suits and T-shirts. A few cars passed

by that were packed with umbrellas and toys
perfect for the beach or a pool. It seemed
everyone was trying to soak up as much of this
Saturday as possible before the rain started.
There were clouds on the horizon. The

storm was just beginning to creep into view,
but it was far away, and aside from its looming
threat, the conditions for surfing were ideal. The
sun was beating down, but the breeze off the
water cooled the air to the perfect temperature.
Maya loved surfing more than anything

in the world. She’d gone almost every day this
summer, many of them like today with her
best friend in tow, but summer was coming to

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