“We should be an ad for Starbucks,” he shouted from the pool where he stood knee deep.
“We are an ad for Starbucks,” she said, perched on a cabana chair.
Tight shot focused on each of their hands holding holiday Starbucks cups, healthy nail beds resting on recycled cardboard sleeves. Close-up on his lips sipping his tea. Slow pan out that lifts over the …
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