Kevin’s walking in the sand now, bright sun beating down, waves crashing. His dress pants rolled up, shirt off; still no people. Keep moving forward; fear nothing — burn.
He keeps walking, listening to the waves crash — I deserve a day off; I love being rich. Where are all the beautiful women? Looks back. Paragon Park in the far distance now. He’s left the public-beach behind, still no people.
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