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Towels

This prompted another strange look from Tessa, which caused Perry to rush behind her in case she lost herself again. Connie, however, waited on her friend’s confusion to pass while Tessa steadied herself and looked at the very calm figure in front of her.

“A towel? Why?” Tessa’s eyes still hadn’t focused, so she couldn’t see Connie’s roll.

“Lots of reasons!” She sounded optimistic. “Shelter from a sun that’s too close, warmth from one that’s too far, then my favorite…” She smiled as she looked at Perry. “Hitting certain people in the back of the head.”

“Makes more sense than anything else you’ve said.” She paused for a second and turned around, glaring at Perry. “Any reason why you’re back there?”

“I.. er.. I thought..” Perry stammered. “No.”

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