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Dear enough time. I first met Frank when we were both visiting the sea. He was carrying a large satchel that appeared empty, so big and dark that it must be hot. If it had been me, that smooth flat fabric would have clung to my bare skin and become a black sky over my river of sweat. It's never hot at the coast and there's always wind, but if you're lucky, the sun's out, and we were all very lucky. He was squinting in the bright light and moving between the shops as if he was after something in particular; that he needed it desperately and was at this point feeling out of luck, rather hopeless. I attempted to capture the attention of his narrowed vision and make an utterance, something like "Have you tried looking in your bag?", with a giggle. He would be impressed by how cool and funny I was, and I would convince him that he'd rather be frolicking on the beach with me, cooled off by the wind and delighting at the variety of crunches that could be found by toes in sand, rather than encumbered by a large and useless pit of unfriendly sunshine heat. Prompted by my witty remark, he might reveal to me that he had forgotten that his pouch contained exactly such provisions, such a dear I was, and how nice it was to make my acquaintance. Obviously, I am a dreamer. Attempting to catch his eye and actually wanting to catch his eye with any real intent to say something are two entirely different things. I suppose I looked helpful, and he told me later that I looked sweet, familiar, and welcoming, because the moment he saw me, he turned course and made his way to me, slowing down and lifting up. The bag became a burden but the sun ceased to be, his shoulders rolling forward and his eyebrows rising up. Just to neutral, mind you, and just enough bad posture to indicate fatigue, not unhealth, and I of course froze in place with no chance of words being formed. He indicated at the closed window beside my ear and said in a surprisingly clear voice for someone so journey-worn, "Dear, enough time?" I unlocked my face and tilted my head with a smile. "Have you tried looking in your satchel?  "
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