I shot 55. Paul registered Liz's exasperation. You may proceed. Liz gave him a skeptical look, kicked up a volley of sea droplets, then continued. We met for lunch at Tressider Union.
Tuna sandwiches, strawberry smoothies.
Two games of air-hockey. Only by violating some obscure air-hockey statutes put forth in the Geneva Convention. My protest is still on file. Liz clanged, laughing. You left out the time we rented one of those silly plastic paddle-boats at Shoreline.