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“A Woman Kicked My Son’s Sandcastle Into The Ocean Because It ‘Ruined Her View.’ He Had Built It For His Late Father, And He Was Still Holding The Little Flag He Meant To Plant On The Tallest Tower. ‘It’s Just Sand,’ She Said. ‘Build Another One.’ Twenty Minutes Later, The Lifeguard Walked Straight Toward Her Carrying A Golden Box — And Everyone On The Beach Went Silent.”

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near someone’s chips. I looked at the destroyed castle and remembered pumpkins Simon carved though they rotted in days, blanket forts he built and knocked down before bedtime, kites that ripped, flowers he planted knowing winter would take them. I’d thought those were just happy things. Maybe they’d been lessons.

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