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Seth smelled of salt and sand and sun , as he walked around the harbour in his form fitting tshirt and swim trunks having just come from the beach. Seth was born a son of the surf and had spent most of his life on the beaches of Hawaii or anywhere that had open and amazing swells for him. Seth spent most of his days in his beach home in hawaii but decided to visit New zealand to check out the surf and all of the amazingly attractive people that the young community had to offer. Seth had no where to go and nothing to do so he simply wandered the streets of the harbour with no one direction or destination.
Seth stopped into a few shops and looked around at what they had to offer, but Seth was not a huge shopper like his friends were back home. Seth decided to pick up a soda and crash on a small patch of grass beneath a tree to simply to people watch for a little bit as he tried to figure out what he could do to stay out of trouble. "Idle hands are the devils playground!" Seth said as he smiled and leaned back against the tree.
Seth stopped into a few shops and looked around at what they had to offer, but Seth was not a huge shopper like his friends were back home. Seth decided to pick up a soda and crash on a small patch of grass beneath a tree to simply to people watch for a little bit as he tried to figure out what he could do to stay out of trouble. "Idle hands are the devils playground!" Seth said as he smiled and leaned back against the tree.