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Jul 2020
was covered with as many people
as rocks. My man didn’t take off
his shoes or socks. The horseflies were
teaming up and taking turns biting the crap

out of me. I almost jumped out of my bikini
from their ******. I swear they were the size
of ships. I dropped a ***** nip. And it was
floating in my ice-tea. Bopping up and down

as a buoy. The waves were as strong and
came on like a jilted *****. They banged me hard
into the shore. High tide and the temperature
eighty-five made for a crowded beach. None were

wearing masks. Don’t preach! I needed this
as I did the nip! My vacation is put on hold like
a toilet paper roll. And I’m old waiting.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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