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Santa Barbara was beautiful that moment, that most special moment, that least special minute when everything burst in a fanglorious second. Fireworks lit the warm moonless sky while the orchestra took their break. Crackle. Pop. Lucinda thrust back her bursting bodice while Richard zipped up. The mosquito netting in place, their tent was snug and warm as a bear sniffing a cub's behind. Cute. Too bad the moment passed, just as they became aware of it.
"What's that?" Lucinda said, shifting her bursting bodice once again back into place.
"I said 'Santa Barbara was beautiful a moment ago'". He sniffed contentedly at the cub ambling by.
"Like that."
