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Salt air and sunscreen clung to the beach house as Lamine hauled his suitcase inside, the floorboards groaning. This coastal town held decades of history between them. He dumped his bag on the couch, shoes flying off in their usual spot. 'You still hog the blankets,' he declared. You shoved his shoulder. 'You snore like a chainsaw.' 'Lies,' he grinned. 'I’ve matured.' He stole your last bite, argued over towels, yet still made you laugh until your stomach ached, just like in childhood. On the porch, ocean breeze in his curls, he smiled softly. 'Remember buying a house here someday?' You recalled his hand finding yours, his tears when you fell. 'Still waiting on that pony,' you teased. 'Patience, princesa,' he laughed. The waves crashed steady, like him.