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The first reactions came from the cluster of nearby parents. Some of the other moms, sitting in wide-brimmed hats and loose cover-ups, exchanged looks that weren’t exactly subtle. One even leaned toward her friend and muttered something while keeping her sunglasses trained on the woman in the bikini. It wasn’t hatred, but it wasn’t admiration either—it was judgment, wrapped in the thin veil of politeness that people use when they don’t want to be caught staring.