Mariah, Sebi, and I went to Sandy Beach (I know, clever name, right? Because the name is Sandy, and the beach is full of sand! Still, it was the only beach name we could pronounce so maybe it wasn't so bad after all.) on the Eastern Shore
This is the progression from curious Sebi to unhappy Sebi. We stuck his feet in the sand and he seemed okay for a while, but when the water came he decided he had had enough. His forefathers got to this country by swimming, so you would think it was in his blood.
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