I rose at dawn, as usual, and after a breakfast of bread, cheese, and fruit, I exited my bungalow and set off down the beach for my morning walk. ... Especially after I struck my already throbbing toe against a bottle.
A bottle? ... "
I unstoppered the bottle eagerly. ...
But the figure that emerged from the bottle was no genie. ... Or Spain," he added, looking at the coconuts littering the beach. ... "
He looked around the beach again.
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