Execution, Acquisition, and Consummation of Bottle of Deer Park Water

*The following chain of events or 'slice of life' occurred on June 14, 2004 between the hours of 1:00 p.m. - 2:00 p.m. eastern standard time in Sandbridge, Virginia.*
Sweating... Always sweating... I hate when perspiration beads into my eyes. I hold my hand up to the sun, my lips parched, the excess heat rising off the sand in the distance. Surveying my surroundings, I spot my flat to the left. Its pale grey siding with sky blue shudders flapping in the wind; this colossus rises 3 ½ stories above the dunes which are littered with a few long strands of crab grass and randomly placed jagged stones from the previous establishment. I remember many windows, a back porch, and a rusty grill. To the right of me is the ocean, the salty fragrance wafting through the air, I can almost feel as if I were immersed in its protective core. Snap! I suddenly realize that I'm in the middle of the beach bordering heat exhaustion, I haven't drank anything all morning, my lips and my eyes pain me; I need rejuvenation, I need Deer Park.
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