saturday night; drunk swimming. i'm lounging and feeling sick and sober. he's getting out of the pool, last, because he's embarrassed of his body.
me: hey. i have a secret to tell you.
him: what?
me: i have a secret to tell you.
he takes longer than expected to get out of the pool. not surprising, i wouldn't want to know this secret either.
him:
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