Harry parked his 300 in front of the beach. He got out of his car with his cousin Casey, followed by Alan, and Camryn.
Alan: Smooth ride Harry.
Harry: Only problem is that I can't fit my surfboards in the trunk. So I'm planning to sell them.
Alan: Did you ever consider walking to the beach? You could save a lot of gas, and plus the four of us would be enough to carry all of our things here from our place on foot.
Harry: From your place maybe, but not mine.
Alan: Have you even tried?
Harry: Uhm, no.
Alan: Well then. How do you know unless you try?
Casey: He's right.
Camryn: You don't have to force him...
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