[ Wash is inside when he gets there, sitting down on a beach. The sand's so white it could easily be mistaken as snow and the water's a peculiar shade of blue. The air's mild, not too hot and not too cold, and trees with fragrant flowers sway in the gentle breeze. The only sounds are the surf and the birds in the trees and along the shoreline.
He looks over at the sound of Luke's voice and smiles a tiny, lopsided smile. ]
Yeah, it's something, isn't it? This kind of tech isn't available at home.
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He looks over at the sound of Luke's voice and smiles a tiny, lopsided smile. ]
Yeah, it's something, isn't it? This kind of tech isn't available at home.