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Cruisin’

SARAH MLYNOWSKI

“Sunblock?” Liz asks me

“Check!”

“Sun hat?”

“Check!”

“Sunglasses?”

I point to the pair perched on o?”

“Bikini?”

“Um…”

“Kristin, you are wearing the new blue bikini we bought you last week?”

“Well…”

She leans across her twin bed, lifts upthat hideous brown one-piece You are not allowed to wear anything that you bought before you met me, okay?” Liz is already clad in a tiny white bikini, if you can call what looks like two pieces of string holding up three triangles a bikini

“But I’ to burn,” I whine

“You will not That’s e bought SPF 100 or whatever Don’t be a baby Put on your new suit so we can hit the deck already”