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"You like tuna salad?" she asks Kevin

"Okay," Kevin says, wolfing down the sandithout looking at it, then licking his fingers with an appearance of slight distaste He wipes his hands on his cutoffs and carefully takes off his sunglasses in order to rub clear, glossy sunscreen that s shampoo onto his face He uses a different tube, white stuff, for his ars Taylor watches with very mild amazement He pulls off his shirt and hands Taylor still another tube, e his arms under his chin "Knohat I mean? Could you be real careful with the sunscreen? Don’t le on the bottom part of my back and it was there for the entire sue in the effort, and being careful what you spend, right? And just having the basic attitude of going out and getting what you want"

"If you can dream it," Taylor says, "you can be it" She toys with the tube of sunscreen in her hands, reaching a conclusion that makes her stomach feel better instantly

"Basically, that’s the American reality," Kevin says He closes his eyes and looks as if he plans to sleep

Taylor rubs dry hands over Kevin’s sweaty back, taking her tiins to snore softly Then she opens the tube of sunscreen, applies it to one finger, and carefully writes across his back: WASH ME

The aparthts to try to uess Barbie went out, huh?"

"She probably went to get some Cheese Doritos with her pocketbook money," Turtle says

"That’s a safe bet You feel like a peanut-butter sandwich?

We’ll go to the grocery toot a paycheck, babycakes! We can buy anything ant"

"Chocolate cookies!"

"Lamb chops!" Taylor says

"What’s that?"

"Lamb You know, baby sheep"

"Does it hurt the laerator door, reluctantly There is hardly anything inside, but she doesn’t want to lose the light