Stripped to the Truth
A Fictional Story by Cuklife. The deck was dimly lit and humid, with the distant smell of the marsh carrying on the warm breeze a thick, heavy air that stuck to the back of the neck like warm grease. Already 10:45 PM. The dinner party we had thrown had started at 3 PM, and it had thinned out hours ago. All that was left behind was the blue glow of the pool and the wet ring impressions of glass bottoms
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