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I love the beach.
I do not love when it's my last night on the beach and it's one in the morning and I go out there by myself to walk and think, and a naked guy follows me. And I also do not love that he looks like Bob the Bachelor and is 40 years old and tries to make me get naked and asks me creepy questions about my nonexistant sex life. And he tries to rub his humongous boner on me, and tells me he just wants me to look at it.
This was an entire week ago, and I still want to puke every time I think about it.
I do not love when it's my last night on the beach and it's one in the morning and I go out there by myself to walk and think, and a naked guy follows me. And I also do not love that he looks like Bob the Bachelor and is 40 years old and tries to make me get naked and asks me creepy questions about my nonexistant sex life. And he tries to rub his humongous boner on me, and tells me he just wants me to look at it.
This was an entire week ago, and I still want to puke every time I think about it.