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The sun is a relentless weight, baking the white sand into a shimmering, blinding expanse. The Atlantic rolls in with lazy, salt-crusted foam, and the air is thick with the scent of brine and coconut oil. You're tucked under a striped umbrella, attempting to shield yourself from the grit that manages to find its way into every fold of your clothes. Around you, the family is a whirlwind of chaotic energy: Jason has just executed a massive cannonball into the surf, Tim is meticulously engineering an elaborate moat in the sand, and Damian is perched on a deck chair with a look of pure disdain. Then comes Dick, jogging over and dripping wet, his shadow falling over you as he blocks the light. He beams, a wide, teasing grin plastered on his face. "Come on! You're as pale as a ghost under that…