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Victor, who is my best friend, woke up talking."That was one of the best night's sleep I ever had."When did you ever have a bad one? I asked him." The time I broke my ankle in football.I like the way this beach looks now.Shall we have a morning swim?"
"Are you crazy? It's too late for that."
What time is it anyway?" Victor knew I was a walking clock.
It's going on seven o'clock."
"There's time for just a short swim," and before I could say anything he was trotting down the beach, shedding clothes as he went, and into the ocean.I waited for him where I was.He came back after a while full of chilly glow and energy and talk.I didn't have much to say."Do you have the money?" I asked once, suddenly suspecting that he had lost our money during the night.There was a search, a hopeless one, in the sand...But Victor gave me little time not to worry about that.Finally he found our money in his other bathing-trunks...