He is eight years old. On vacation with his parents in Cancun, he wanders off by himself down the beach. It is very hot, so he walks in the shallow water. He is wearing red and blue board shorts and goggles. He stops to pick up a shell, and when he stands up again, there is a man looking at him.
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