He startled me, appearing with a white streak of sunscreen down his nose and a crazy grin on his face. The sun behind him haloed his head and hurt my eyes. I sat up. “You look like you have a serious nose disease,” I said.
“Forgive me my nose disease,” he said, “because I come bearing water.” He held out a bottle of water, ice melting off its sides.
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