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Two girls are arranged on a boat that measures 50 feet tip to tail with its giant pointed beak taking up half of the length. Retro plastic masks the girls’ faces; nothing masks bodies straining at the bonds of strict convention.
The water is warm and starbursts dance off the surface. Music plays: The Virgins (Rich Girls), Soft Pack (Fences), Ratatat (Loud Pipes), Slick Rick (Street Talkin’), Neon Indian (Deadbeat Summer), Nappy Roots (Good Day). The tracks aren’t cutting edge, but nobody is here to please the critics hunchbacked over their Apple Macs, feet in Adidas, bald heads covered in Kangol.
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