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[ With a laugh: ] A fluke, I'm sure.
Right, wasn't I supposed to be counting? Ten, eleven, twelve... [ The count will be well over by the time he makes it to the beach, sand sliding beneath the soles of his shoes and his cigarette still dangling from the corner of his lip. His hands are in the pockets of a relatively modern zippered sweatshirt, be shocked!
Looking up one stretch of the beach,then turning to walk a few steps in the other direction. ] Now, now. Wherever could she be?