Beach
As much as I like fishing, I don't care for the beach much. I love the ocean, I love lakes, I love water…but not the beach. Once, I took a nap on the beach and woke up covered in sand with a crab pinching my toe. I gently shook it off and dislodged myself from my sandy grave, probably created by Paolo. Then I went home and took a nice, hot bath with peppermint oils while I tried to get the sand off me. I found grains of sand in random places for weeks.
I really don't enjoy the beach.
Hehe, I had no idea what to do for this one, so I thought I'd make it one of Toby's random monologues xD
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