The blazing sun crept over the apex of the sky. Mr. Steele looked at his watch. His shift as a volunteer lifeguard at the trendy beachside resort was nearly over. Another cute, self-absorbed twink in short-shorts strolled by. Mr. Steele tried not to stare and flipped his Ray-Bans back down over his eyes. Too late—the twink had caught the glance and snickered rudely as he walked by. Mr. Steele sighed…
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