Four leather tanned old couples sitting at the edge of the pool guffaw with a pitcher of beer. On my left is a woman with disgustingly fake knockers - you can tell because she’s slumping and they’re not. Horrible looking and poorly positioned tattoos are everywhere. These people need to put down the fork.
All the people are talking loudly in shrill tones. Their children look embarrased to even be there. I want to sleep in the sun, hoping to change from lily to pale white. But if I sleep, I’m afraid I’d miss the circus. I get the feeling that this pool in my community is a lot like college, only beauty has faded. I hope I don’t turn out like this.
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Your pool rocks. It's probably more enjoyable when you can hear me yapping away in the background and wishing you never met me.
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