Crisp golden-brown leaves from maple trees scattered the distance. Even so, she was suntanning by the pool, wrapped in a blanket, making me want her, making my mouth water with saltwater with her pale skin well enough for a suitor. She’s a cougar; even still, I hate that I’d date her. It’s not what you think, but I spiked her drink, hoping she’d drown in a swim, and then I’d save her.
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