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| Now the the cold front has pushed through, sunrises and sunsets have never been better, especially by the beach. Let me tell you about a rather memorable beach party...It was an Indian Summer sort of day, warm and windless, with only a few clouds, most no bigger than the cotton wool balls I use for my make-up, drifting across the blue.
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| But the fall's cooler breath wasn't too far away, so the gang and I were making the best of our long weekend before heading back to college, soaking up the sun in California's beautiful coast.
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There were eight of us in the gang. Dave and I, Patty and Victor, Sue and James, and Beverly and Damon. Since puberty, when we girls had realised that the guys had lost interest in pulling our hair and had become suddenly interested in what had begun to fill out our T-shirts, and we in turn had become curious about the contents of their shorts, we'd got around together...[more inside JOIN NOW! ] |
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