Tim ran the 3-mile length of the beach and back, but his clothes weren’t where he’d left them. He was in the right place because he could see where his bare footprints started. But he also so some shoe prints too.
“What the fuck? My clothes. And keys!” Tim looked round, couldn’t see anyone, shrugged his shoulders and started to walk proudly naked back home. It was Pride Month after all.
sal ganuth 
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