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“That was my good friend Rodney. He says it’s hot today and I should wear sunscreen.”
He takes out a bottle of sunscreen and puts some on his hands. Then rubs the sunscreen on his face.
It was a spring morning. The tugboats were gathered round the Dispatcher for the morning work meeting.
At the Great Ocean Dock she was talking to the Dispatcher.
“It’s a nice idea,” he said kindly, “but there’s a storm coming. And besides, you’re needed here.
Emily frowned as she floated away.
“I can sail through a storm,” she said angrily.