In Punta Cana, my partner and I wandered out onto the beach after midnight with a bottle of “Mamajuana”.
We walked up and down the beach, pausing only to sip the “Mamajuana” and relax in beach chairs.
“I wonder what those lights in the water are?”
“I dunno, what do you think they are?”
“I’m not sure.”
We drank Mamajuana from the bottle and stared at them for a while.
My partner googled it. “I guess they’re scuba divers?” they said.
“Interesting,” I said.
Things We Forget 
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