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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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from the water to survive for a while — which mattered to me, and had never mattered to Simon. He worked for three hours. A wide wall first, patted flat with Simon’s old blue shovel, then four corner towers and one in the center, shells for windows, a trench dragged around the outside with both heels. I helped when he asked. Mostly I watched. His face continue reading …

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