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I just can't suss
that life guard.
I gets his
gorgeous hands
on me.
OK,
so I have to squirm
so he puts 'em
just right.
He gets to rescue
a beautiful girl,
namely me.
He takes me
all the way
to the edge
of the pool.
So strong,
so masterful.
So why's he irate
when he finds
I faked it?
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