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I haven’t been up by the pool in a year and I’ve never been this close. Never felt like jumping the fence but the lock was cut. More than half the graffiti is gone now. A ****** cover-up job; You can still see it all. I’m dangling my legs in the deep end. Just like that movie, the one with the lord joker. The knight, gay cowboy. The bush on the hill rustles; must be a rodent. Maybe a skunk or possum. Son-of-a-bitch almost got me yesterday when i parked below the pool.
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 6:11 AM UTC
Poolside
I haven’t been up by the pool in a year and I’ve never been this close. Never felt like jumping the fence but the lock was cut. More than half the graffiti is gone now. A ****** cover-up job; You can still see it all. I’m dangling my legs in the deep end. Just like that movie, the one with the lord joker. The knight, gay cowboy. The bush on the hill rustles; must be a rodent. Maybe a skunk or possum. Son-of-a-bitch almost got me yesterday when i parked below the pool.
rhys-myers
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 6:11 AM UTC
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