Willow’s Bed
A Fictional SPH Story by FlaggedRaggoon. “Hey, you,” Helene chirps. She drops down to sit by the water, her bare leg brushing against my shoulder. I’ve got my arms folded at the edge of the pool, chin on my elbows, staring at the club’s entrance. The water feels cool compared to the hot afternoon air, and the place’s not too busy for a Friday. Tourists still haven’t figured out there’s a cozy pool lounge with cheap booze right in the
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