[he doesn't say anything for what feels like a long, agonizing minute. he just stares out into the vast expanse of sand. it's nice sand, he supposes — he hasn't really experienced a lot of different sands to make a fair judgment on that. it's soft. it'll get in your shoes. it'll get in your everything. it's sandy.]
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[Dave can think of something else to ask about. and it's what he thinks is a far better topic than his bro.]
no subject
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[Dave can think of something else to ask about. and it's what he thinks is a far better topic than his bro.]
Where are you staying, exactly?