This greentext was written in a collab with SSA.
This is the thread: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/37222739/
And this is his take: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/499099/coated-in-sand-and-sugar
Thanks again for the help

>Be Anonymous.
>After many days of slavewage jobs, you are finally allowed to get some time off.
>People would use it to chat online, or play vidya, or check that new crappy movie everybody will hate during the week.
>Even getting drunk or high counts, but you did something different (or as different it can be in summer).
>You grabbed a towel, some sodas, put on sun lotion, your old durable backpack, and went all the way to the beach.
>You find a nice spot to rest. Next to a sitting bench, but you don't mind.
>You put your stuff inside your pack, and relax under the sun.
>Being finally free is liberating.
>Too liberating. In fact, you were so chill, you took a nap.
>Not even dreams. Just that sweet feeling of resting with your brain working on "basics only".
-----
>"Hey."
"..."
>"Hey, wake up."
".... Eh?"
>"Who are you, and why are you lying on grass?"
"Huh?"
>"If you aren't drunk or homeless, you better stand up."
>You remove the soggy crumbs around your eyes and look up.
>It's a girl, sitting on the bench next to you. She looks a bit annoyed.
"Can I help you?"
>"Yes you can: leave this place."
"Eh? Who do you think you are? I'm just resting here, I'm not bothering anybody."
>"You are bothering me. Why are you resting next to a bench anyway?"
"I don't want sand in my shoes, and the tree gives good shade. I can rest here."
>"You are supposed to do that on the beach, not in the public road."
"The walk down is grass. It's public soil, so I can sit or rest here too."
>"Resting next to a public bench? You probably want to peek skirts, pervert."
>You change position from laying on your back to sitting.
"Miss, you are wearing a two piece. Technically, I am already seeing your tits and ass, I don't need to peek anything."
>This answer shocked her. Looks like she is the kind of person who never gets back talk.
>She reacts by covering her chest with haste.
>"Y-you are a pervert!"
"Whatever you say."
>You get your pack, and take out a soda.
>While drinking, you notice she is still covering herself, her face red as a tomato.
>You pull out another soda.
"Here. Sorry I offended you. I was sleeping and I woke up grumpy."
>She looks at the can, then at you, then at the can again.
>You shake it a bit.
"C'mon, take it before I regret being nice."
>She looks at you with distrust, but takes the soda.
"There we go. See? I'm not a bad person."
>"A can of artificial drink doesn't categorize you as a "good person" just instantly."
"At least it's the first step. I'm Anonymous."
>"Sugarcoat."
>Huh, ironic.

>Both drink quietly, neither of you having anything to say.
>Well, except complaining that she rudely woke you up.
>You check your watch. Just a 30 minute nap.
>Well, it's better this way. Some punks would have robbed you just because they're assholes. You hadn't even brought your wallet.
>No sir, your cash is in your trusty right sock.
"So... what brings you to the beach?"
>"Idle chat just shows you have nothing to say."
"I'm trying to start a conversation."
>"It would be better if you don't."
"Listen, 'sugar', you woke me up, I think I'm owed a little kindness after you ruined my nap. An apology at least."
>"I don't have anything to apologize for. If anybody should apologize, it should be you. If I hadn't woken you up everyone would have thought you were a bum."
"Doubt it."
>"You're still a creepy weirdo, but at least it's better than a creepy pervert."
"Like I said, two piece."
>"Pervert."
"Rude."
>"Creepy."
"Sour."
>"Loser."
"Cute."
>That one must have caught her by surprise.
>"W-w-w-w-what?"
You laugh. "What? Never heard a compliment? Wouldn't surprise me. You need to be more polite."
>Sugarcoat huffs.
>"Creepy pervert."
>You finish your soda.
"Well, it's been nice talking to you, but I need to find somewhere else to sleep. Thanks for sharing."
>Sugarcoat's wall of indifference seems to crumble for a second, but her confidence quickly returns.
>"Oh, it looks like —in the end— you got me to talk. Weirding people out it's not a good way to make them open up to you, you know."
"It worked with you, didn't it?"
>She looks a bit offended, but you can tell it's a front. You learned to read that shit at your work. Karens give plenty of experience in how to detect bullshit.
>"You are a weirdo, a creep, and, above all else, a pervert."
>You look her in the eyes.
"And you are a silver-tongued snake who doesn't know when to shut up, but it's cute in an abrasive sort of way."
>She's struck dumb. Time for the final blow.
"You don't "sugarcoat" things, do you?" You grin at the pun.
>She's defeated, a look of shock on her face.
>You take your back pack, and prepare to move out.
>"Wait!"
>Huh?
>"You... you own me an apology!"
"What? No, I don't."
>That was a mistake, this one has the pride of a lion.
>"Yes you do! You were checking me out, probably planned all this, you creep! I want an apology!"
"I not apologizing for taking a nap on the grass. It was fun teasing you, but now I'm out. Enjoy your day."
>"If you do, I'll scream."
"You wouldn't."
>"FIRE! FIRE!"
>Damn, she's got some lungs on her!
>Some beach goers start to come close, so you quickly mime stomping out a fire.
"Hey guys, calm down, fire out, day is saved."
>The people that were coming closer go away, and you turn to the girl.
"I'm not apologizing, you little shit."
>"Then I'll follow you until you do."
"Fine, be that way."
>And so you march off, the girl following behind.

>You walk up and down the grass between the street and the beach, looking for a place to sleep.
>Close by, little miss blunt follows you behind like a lost puppy.
"I don't mind you following me, but I'm telling you right now, I won't apologize."
>"By the end of the day, you will. And it better be a sincere one."
"You wish, I have nothing to be sorry for."
>"Not only a creepy pervert, but a rude as well."
"Blow me."
>"You won't get any action if you make me angry."
"And if I make you happy?"
>"I wouldn't put it in my mouth, it's probably dirty."
"For the record, I'm quite hygienic, I just like to dress like this."
>"Like a beach bum."
"It's my day off, these are my day off clothes."
>"It notices."
>After a while, you found it: the perfect spot.
>It's a small, elevated section where you have a nice view of the beach.
>A group of trees shade the small patch like a natural roof.
>Perfect.
"Aw yeah, I'm staying here!"
>"Good place."
"Finally, something we can agree on."
>You open your back pack, and grab the big towel.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'll-"
>She is sitting on the patch of soil.
"HEY! Get off of there!"
>"I'm afraid not. There are only rocks everywhere. Besides, you have a towel: use that as a makeshift mattress."
"No way. That spot is the only place with good shade."
>"I'm afraid you will have to endure the sun, unless you want to apologize."
>Fuck you bitch, I ain't kneeling.
>You see the trees, and grab a few long branches.
>Next move, you take off your t-shirt, and make a very provisional mini-roof.
>Sugarcoat is a bit flustered.
"What? Never seen a man without a shirt?"
>"I knew you were a pervert."
"Moving the goalpost doesn't answer the question."
>"... Not so close to me."
"Really? Not even at school?"
>"I go to Crystal Preparatory, I'm not like those educated at Canterlot High."
>Oh, a fancy one. Explains the attitude.
"Well excuuuuuuuuuse me, princess, but this knight is on his day off, and he will act as he pleases."
>"More like the court's jester. I've seen better knights with better bodies."
>You point at the beach.
"Find me one, and I'll accept the title."
>She tries to look some boys, but no luck. They are far away.
>She stands up, and finds a few.
>"There!"
>She turns around.
>"Those guys ar-"
>You are sleeping on the soft spot, flipping her the bird.
>"Anonymous, you asshole!"
>A loud snore is your answer.

>You are the sugariest coat.
>This jackass took the only comfortable spot on this hillock.
>You could ruin his nap by screaming, but it wouldn't actually change anything. You're a bit far from the beach, so not many people would hear, and those who do would probably ignore it.
>You sit on one of the rocks.
>The idiot took the towel. Could have used it to cushion the rock.
>Why are you even staying with him? He's just been annoying you, teasing you left and right.
>The memory of your first conversation deepens your anger.
>Who does he think he is? Teasing and insulting you. You can't let this stand.
>You aren't passive when it comes to Principal Cinch about your academics, nor with Sour and Sunny's passive-aggressive comments, and you're not going to let a stranger get on your nerves either!
>You look at Anonymous again.
>He is snoring, loudly.
>He used his right arm as a pillow, his left arm is on his torso, still flipping you off.
>You start to sweat. The afternoon is just starting, the sun is high and hot.
>You take the small cover anon made out of his shirt, you aren't using this.
>A bead of sweat travels down your neck.
>Gross.
>Wait! You have an idea.
>So, Anonymous, you do want to rest, huh?
>You wipe the sweat form your body with your hand and shake it off onto him, right in his face.
>"Agh! What was that?!"
"Just a little sweat. It's too hot today."
>"Gross..."
"I though a creepy pervert like you would like something like this."
>"Fuck you, I ain't a simp. Agh, apologize!"
"You first."
>He doesn't answer, instead he just flips you off one more time, and goes back to sleep.
>Minutes pass, not much to do other than just watching people on the beach, and enjoy the casual breeze.
>A bit of sand in the wind, though.
>Gritty.
>Another idea springs to mind.
>You pull Anon's shirt out of the little tent he made and start polishing your glasses.
>You carefully aim the refracted light into Anon's eyes
>He is obviously annoyed by this.
>"The fuck are you doing now?"
"My glasses are dirty. I have to clean them. Well, point them somewhere else. The light is bothering me. This is the only spot where I can clean them comfortably. This may take a while."
>You keep moving the glasses, the light passing back and forth over his closed eyelids.
>He moves his head, trying to avoid the light. Then he rolls to the left, off his towel.
>You quickly grab it.
>"Hey, give me that."
"You have your patch of dirt, I only have rocks. I need this more than you."
>He growls but doesn't try to snatch the cloth back. Instead he lays back on the soft dirt, grumbling.
>The towel, folded several times, makes an adequate cushion.
>More time passes, and your stomach starts to growl.
"Hmmm... where are they?"
>"Who?"
"My friends. We were supposed to meet on the beach, but I haven't seen them."
>"Looks like you have plans then. You should get to them."

>As much as it hurts you admit defeat, he is right. You should go look for the girls.
>You grab your beach bag, and search for your phone.
>Looks like you forgot to turn the volume on, there's a notification on the screen.
>The girls had unexpected business to attend to, so you came here for nothing.
>A~nd, you forgot your wallet.
>"Why do you look surprised?"
"Ehhh... none of your business."
>"Hey, you're the one that keeps hanging around me, so you should at least have the courtesy to tell me what you're doing."
"... My friends aren't coming and I forgot my wallet."
>"How did you get here then?"
>You show him your bus pass in one of the pockets.
"I keep my stuff in separate pockets, that way if I lose one thing I don't lose everything."
>His stomach rumbles. "Well, looks like this is goodbye, thanks for being an annoying pebble in my shoe, Sugarcoat."
"Hey! At least buy me lunch!"
>"Woawoa! Not a chance! You've been nothing but annoying. You wouldn't even let me sleep in peace!"
"And you were rude and insulting. If you aren't going to apologize, you should make at least a peace offering."
"Not happening."
>Well, he asked for this!
>You start to tear up. He notices your watery expression.
>"Ehh... what are-"
"How? How can a man like you be so evil?"
>You cover your face, and start sobbing.
"It's this what you want? Making me feel miserable, starving me to death?"
>"Nononono! I-I-I-!"
"I'm sorry Anonymous. It's that what you wanted to hear? I'm sorry!"
>You produce a full three act play right there in front of him. He just looks around, hoping nobody sees this.
"Buah!!!"
>"No, please don't cry!"
"Bawl!!!"
>"Please stop!"
"Buaaaahhhh!!!!"
>"Fine! I'll buy you lunch, just please, stop!"
>Curtain call. That's the difference between you and Sour Sweet, your act is just that, an act.
>She would've done this, but kept going even after she got what she wanted.
"Good, I am simply famished. Let's look for a restaurant."
>Without waiting for an answer, you walk away, leaving him behind.
>"Wha...? Bu.... Argh! You bitch!"
"Bite me, loser."
>He trails behind you, defeated.

>The pair of you stand in front of a food truck.
"I expected something more... substantial."
>"Well, it's the best I can afford. I wasn't planning buying for two."
"Let me guess: dropped out?"
>"Nah, I flunked out. It's easier that way."
"Maybe if you want to stay in dead end jobs."
>"I wouldn't be the first one, missy."
>The line moves, as you two banter with each other.
>Before you know it, you're at the front of the line.
>>"¿Qué tu quieres? Whachu' want?"
"Uh?"
>You look at the man speaking to you. It's a mexican.
>>"What you want, chica? Linea's getting bigger."
"Oh! Well, I..."
>Anon didn't expected you to answer.
>He takes off his right shoe, and pulls off his sock, grabbing a small pack of bills.
"Don't get any ideas, these are singles," he eyes you as he gives it to the cook. "What can you give us for this?"
>>"That's it?"
"Yeah."
>The cook scoffs at the pair of you. Your mouth pinches into a scowl and your hand darts into your bag, riffling around until you come up with a few coins.
>You put them on the counter.
>>"Ok, what else chica?"
"I want... that soda!" You point.
>>"Alright. ¡Manuel! ¡Dos tacos y una soda!"
>Some time later, the cook returns with your order.
>Anon and you take the tray to the table
"Are the cooks usually this intense?"
>"Nah, it's a busy day, and there's only the two of them. I bet they were already worked up."
>You both start eating. It's not as bad as you thought it would be.
>Anon notices.
>"Why so shocked? Never had food out of a truck?"
"I prefer my restaurants to have a proper Health Certificate."
>"They have one, they just don't flaunt it like some places do."

"Could have fooled me. This looks like a crime scene."
>"You're still eating it."
"Because I have nothing else. You know, I was supposed to hang out with my school mates, creating memories and having a picnic. Instead, I'm sitting with a stranger, getting angrier by the minute, and eating greasy food that will give me a heart attack."
>"Sounds like my average Friday night web browsing."
"You are creepier when you enjoy my anger."
>"You're enjoying mine too. Don't think I forgot about that little smirk you had when you woke me up the first time."
>You don't want to answer that.
>You reach for the soda bottle. Anonymous does the same. You jump at the feeling of his rough fingertips against your hand.
"..."
>"..."
"..."
>"... You have pretty hands", he says, a smile on his face.
"S-stop teasing me!"
>"Hey, you said you wanted a peace offering; well, here it is, and I paid for it. Giving you a compliment seems like the next logical step."
>You don't know what to say. Is he being sincere?
>He grabs the soda again, and takes a swig. Then he pushes it toward you.
>"I guess I have one thing to apologize for. You bought this, so you should've been the one to take the first drink."
>You take the soft drink quietly.

>You two finish your meal.
>Funny: tacos aren't your first pick, but these had a very good taste.
>Anon takes the lunch tray, and throws all the garbage in a trash can.
>He leaves the tray on the table, and both resume whatever it's left to do.
"So, any ideas to keep going?"
>"Not really. All I wanted to do was to take a nap, have lunch, and go back home."
"You should've stayed at home if all you wanted was sleep."
>"You don't know how hard it's to have time for yourself. Trust me, life gets difficult after highschool. Even worst after college."
"Harsh words coming from a flunky."
>"Maybe, but at least it was my choice. Getting to decide your own path is liberating, in some sort of way."
"Being a rebel ends quickly with the problems that surface soon."
>"Oh, and you are a nice cookie-cutted student who will finish HS, go to college, get a degree, do a career, and then what? "Ruin" it with a kid or work until your ovaries get dry and pick a successor like if it was the medieval times? Through trial and error?"
"It's better than jumping from end job to end job until you hit retirement, filled with diseases and a crippling body."
>"Maybe, but I came to the beach to relax, not to have a date with a psychologist."
>The word "date" made you a bit flustered. He didn't realised, thankfully.
>"Well, anyway, since I have no ideas. Do you have one?"
"Hmmm..."
>"Sugarcoat?"
"Hmm... Oh, yeah. Of course I do. My buddies and I were planning to go to the arcades around, maybe go to a bowling alley, or the zoo."
>He rises his right leg. You realise the small problem with those ideas.
"Oh, right."
>"At least you catch on quickly."
>Both are a bit dissapointed. Looks like your ego will have to deal with a man outspeaking you, free in this big world.
>Suddenly, a small beach ball rolls to your feet.
"Eh?"
>>"Sorry miss, could you pass me that ball?"
>A bunch of people are playing volleyball.
>"Hey, that gives me an idea."
>Anon takes the ball.
>"Hey fellas: can we join?"
"What?! Anon, don't!"
>>"Sure, come in!"
>"Let's have some fun!", he replies smiling.
"I'm not so sure about this. Besides, we just ate, remember?"
>"A good workout helps to burn it. C'mon, let's go."
>He throws back the ball to the crowd. You only sigh and follow him.

>Reunited with the group of people, everybody throws the ball around for a while.
>This keeps going until you work out a bit of sweat.
>After this, one guy reunites everyone, and separates everybody in two groups. Looks like the real game is about to start.
>You are sided with two more people and anon, facing the other 5.
>It's a simple game, best out of 10 points.
>Your group plays fine, the other does too.
>As expected, anon is the one who is left behind.
>Looks like whatever job he is, it doesn't help him physically. Also, looks like he is fighting against the taco he ate a while ago.
>You warned him.
>As for you, you were just fantastic. Years of ballet dancing and Tae Kwon Do has left you prepared for anything.
>You dance between your partners, catching most balls and bouncing them back.
>The leg strenght helped you jump higher and recover quickly.
>Sadly, this didn't made much difference. The other team noticed anon was weak, so they attacked there.
>This left both sides at the end: 9-9.
>Last point, all or nothing.
>As expected, your team and you kept fighting back. Anon tried to not puke his guts out.
>One of the enemy team slaps the ball right to anon. He reacts, and for one moment, he bounces the ball up.
>The problem is that it's too high to slap back.
>He finally gives up, and goes to the ground, kneeling.
>"Ugh... Taco-sama, I got too cocky... I kneel."
>Fucking jobber... Wait.
>You take this chance to get the ball.
>You run all the way to anon, step on his back, and jump.
>You manage to reach the ball, and slap it back to the enemy. It lands on their zone.
>Point and game! Hold on, you jumped too high!
>You try, but lose balance and fall all the way down.
"Ah! Help!"

>Be Anonymous.
>Your idea of playing volleyball backfired badly. Sugarcoat was right, you shouldn't have played with a full stomach.
>The taco makes a weird turn inside your intestines. This was too much.
>You finally kneel, admiting defeat.
"Ugh... Taco-sama, I got too cocky... I kneel."
>You are ready to puke, but then something happened.
>You feel a hard bump behind you. This moved your body, making the taco pass away.
>Oh, now that is better, but why is there a shadow on top of you?
>You look up, and find Sugarcoat high in the air!
>Not for long, she is falling too!
>"Ah! Help!"
"Don't worry, sugar, I go-!"
>While you were catching her, she landed on top of you.
>Her bum on your face, to be precise.
>Well, her athletic prowess truly notices.
>Both of you fall to the ground, but she gets up quickly.
>"Anon! I'm sorry, are you ok?!"
>Everybody is reunited around you.
>"Anonymous?"
"Ugh... yeah, I'm fine."
>"Really?"
"Yeah, yo-!"
>Your brain was knocked to the right place it seems, because you realize what you were about to say.
>Sugarcoat is still waiting for an answer.
"You... landed on... the sand!"
>"The sand?"
"Yes! The sand."
>"But how? A jump that big would've hurted me."
"I know. What I'm trying to say is that... you falled, I catched you, and I dropped you on the sand."
>She is not buying your lie, but accepts it.
>The guys cheer the last point. Victory.
>One of them pats you in the back. This made the taco come back.
>You run faster than Usain Bolt, and the next moment your lunch is expelled to a trash can.
>Ugh, better than in front of Sugarcoat.
>You two had enough fun for today, so you only say goodbye, and walk away.
-----
>"Would you keep your distance? Your breath is horrible."
"I wasn't expecting to throw up my lunch. I though it would stay."
>"Playing a sport when you just finished your meal does that to you."
"We won, that counts."
>"It would count much more if it didn't smell like taco when you talk."
>You blow towards her direction.
>"Ugh! What are you? Twelve?"
>She shoves you away to breath fresh air. You only laugh.

>Be Sugarcoat.
>Ugh, gross. This manchild only annoys you with his childish attitude.
>You should, by any logical outlook, leave him alone.
>But truth be told, he tried to be nice, and you had a bit of fun with him.
>You notice you two were walking close to the coast, barely missing the waves.
>You walk deeper, faking disgust.
>He follows you.
>"Whoa, hey, I knew it smelled bad, but not that bad."
"No... I should be fine, really."
>"Are you sure?"
>The wave returns. You catch some sea water.
"Ughh..."
>"Hey, let me-"
>He got close enough.
>You throw at his mouth the salty water. He reacts by coughing and spitting.
>"Puag! Buag! Bleh! What the Hell?"
"Sea water. Now your mouth smells like the sea."
>"Bleh, I'd rather like if it smelled like fish."
"The innuendo doesn't go unnoticed, but you will have to keep dreaming."
>"Well, while we are at it."
>He goes a bit high, and leave the bags close. After that, he returns to you.
"What are you thinking now?"
>He splashes you with some water.
>"Water fight!"
"Hey! Stop being inmature!"
>"You started it!"
>You fight back.
"Your breath smelled like ass. You started it!"
>Both start throwing water at each other.
>Slowly, he pulls you lower, going into the water.
>Now with water around your waistline, you lose him swimming around. He follows you, throwing you more water.
>Each other swims around, dive a bit, splash at each other, even got to play Marco Polo.
>After a while, both leave completely drenched.
>"Ahahaha! That was fun!"
"No need to state the obvious."
>"Would it kill you to say something nice?"
"... It was easy to splash you with water, and your breath no longer smells like taco meat."
>"See? That wasn't too hard, wasn't it?"
>You feel your face getting warm again.
"No... it wasn't."
-----
>Be Anonymous.
>Somehow, you are happy you got to make her smile. Sugarcoat looks prettier with a smile than a frown.
>You give her your towel to dry herself.
>"Thanks, but wouldn't be better for your to use it first?"
"Nah. I entered with my clothes on. Actually, I wasn't expecting to go to the water today, but we were having fun, so..."
>"I understand."
>She finishes quickly, and passes you the towel. You do your best to dry yourself and your clothes.
>"Well, any funny ideas left?"
"Actually, it's time I have to go. I have to work tomorrow, so I will need all the shut eye I can get."
>"Oh! Well, since you are leaving..."
"I don't think your family would like you following a random stranger for an entire day."
>"I was thinking that I should wave you goodbye at the bus stop."
"Oh, how considerated."

>Both walk all the way to the bus stop. There's only one, but the whole street is used as a meeting point for all the lines.
>You find your stop, and both wait by sitting on the benches nearby.
>During all that time, you see Sugarcoat fidgeting with a pen and a piece of paper. You would say something, but you teased her enough.
>Some minutes later, your bus stops around the corner. It's waiting for the green light.
>"It's that your bus?"
"Yup."
>You stand up, and go close to the pole.
"So, Sugarcoat..."
>She looks at you.
>She was nice to you, so she earned this.
"I want to... apologize. I was a bastard teasing you all day, and I wanted to say something nice for hanging around with me."
>This brought a look of surprise to her face.
"So, yes, sorry that this bum bothered you all day."
>She quickly goes back to her paper, and writes like crazy.
>The bus arrives, so you wave Sugarcoat goodbye and go up.
>"Wait!"
>You stop for a moment. She stands up, and gives you the note.
>"Now you can go."
"Really? For a note? What-?"
>She pushes you to get inside the bus.
>"Read it inside, don't be late for work tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of the day."
>She goes down the ride. Before you could answer, the door closes, and follows it's route.
>Damn, lost chance.
>"Where to, buddy?"
"Oh, just to the northern stop."
>You pay your ticket, and sit at the bottom.
>while you are waiting, you check the small note.
>You unfold it and read it.
>It's filled with scratched words, but you managed to understand her message.
>[Anonymous, meeting you was a̶n̶n̶o̶y̶i̶n̶g̶/g̶r̶o̶s̶s̶/d̶i̶s̶t̶u̶r̶b̶i̶n̶g̶ an experience, and I feel -̶d̶u̶m̶b̶/̶s̶i̶l̶l̶y̶/̶e̶n̶l̶i̶g̶h̶t̶e̶d̶ open minded about this, so I would like to r̶e̶u̶n̶i̶t̶e̶/̶m̶e̶e̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶- see you s̶o̶o̶n̶ again.]
>[My number is...] And she forgot to put the last one.
>You smile, this scratched memo reads like she talks. She even signed it at the end.
>Perhaps you should call her. You can bruteforce her number with some luck.
>Wait, she said she was from CPA. Maybe you can find her with other methods.
>Sugarcoat... It sure was a lucky meeting at the beach.

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