I was walking down a flight of stone steps that led to a beach, with a woman with short dark hair who was in her late thirties. A bloke appeared and tried to rape us both at the same time. (Hmm.) The woman was prepared to give in to him, but I fought back and eventually got away.
Hours passed, until it was evening, and I was one the few people left on the beach. There was a teenage boy standing by the water's edge, though, and I played table tennis with him. I played terribly, always hitting the ball too hard. No rally lasted more than three hits.
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