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I loved Santa Monica, but...

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To a young man in his thirties, Santa Monica was heaven on  earth. The huge sky, the blue Pacific, the breeze, the roller  skaters, the jugglers. Everything, in fact, somehow on a  larger than normal scale. Twilight came and went in a  matter of minutes, and as the evening came, the sea and  the skaters disappeared, an…