This was a group of gulls that was just standing by the water, looking out at the ocean. They seemed to know exactly how close to the edge they could stand without getting their feet wet in the waves. When people would walk into them they would part like the Red Sea. Mark told me I was walking too close to the waves and the undertow would pull me under and I would be dragged out into the ocean to the other side and I'd end up some matador's bitch. Needless to say that didn't happen. Ole.
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