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He knew, in theory, that we were going to Gram and Gramps cottage....to the beach. It was dark when we arrived last night, however,and I don't think he actually believed there was an ocean out there until this morning (very, very early....butt crack of dawn early, by the way) when he took his first peek.
"No time for breakfast, mama. I've got things to do."
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