Readers 18+ Why? Dear God, why?! I press my thighs together, trying not to pee myself. This crouching position isn't helping, and the sound of the waves, which I once loved, is becoming annoying. My breath is shallow and ragged-a clear reminder that I'm terrible at anything physical. I silently pray to the lord Chuck Norris to bless me with the power of his Bowflex because the spirits that are supposed to protect me decided to have a petty fight with each other. I can't rely on my senses; the festival music is so loud that it carries to the shore, mixing with the waves. The scent of salt assaults my nose, and the urgency to pee overrides everything else. Yep, I'm screwed, but I'm not going to go down easily with the enforcers. If those fuckers want me, then I'll make sure to be a pain in their shapely asses.
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