"you told me you'd never been to the beach, right? and we leave for promethia in about a month, so... the timing felt right. surprised?"
"uh, yeah! mr atlas himself taking time off? voluntarily going on vacation? with me? i'm honored, sir."
"you should be, mrs atlas."
"hm?"
"ah- nothiiiing..."

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part personal playlist, part sorta-tacky summer jams played almost constantly over the resort's speakers. bc who said anybody on wam bam island had good taste?

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