There is nothing that screams summer like a night swim. Gauzy moon filtering through spanish moss. A hoot owl calling in the woods. And a few crazies taking a dunk.
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...a journaled depiction of our life on the fringe of a small, southern town and all the idiosyncrasies we think normal...
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With suits or without? Little of both?
You know our rule around here!
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