imagine that, for whatever fortuitous circumstances, you were at stinson beach yesterday soaking up the sun, a respite from the usual SF fog. you’re on a rendezvous, or maybe you and your friends spontaneously drove out there right after work. your legs breathe in the gentle breeze, smooth sand tickles the webbing between your toes, and you don’t care where you left your flip flops because you’re caught up in the lovely sunset.

and then, before the sun has completely descended into the horizon, this happens. the ultimate killjoy.

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