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Often when the surf was breaking he contemplated her words and wondered how a man went about building a good life for himself.He suspected that it consisted neither in being an old stud horse like Johnny Pupali, fun though it was, nor in wasting one's energies on a haole wife the way Florsheim had done. Yet all he knew how to do was lie in the sun, play slack-key and sakura, and teach wahines how to surf. So for the time being that had to be good enough.