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@Comicality @MrM @hobo Here's something sweet that I wanted to share with you guys. Hope you enjoy! Today, at the beach, I saw a young man who couldn't have been more than 11 years old. He had long, golden blonde hair pulled back into a short ponytail, with green eyes and a scattering of freckles on his little button-nose. He wore an elastic choker-style necklace and a pair of red-and-blue striped trunks going down to his knees. He was very slender, almost pixie-like, and his skin was heavily tanned, suggesting an athletic lifestyle. He had a friend who was almost as tanned, but with chestnut-brown hair and cinnamon eyes. This boy was a good deal taller than his slighter companion, but not towering over him. The taller boy grabbed his friend by the elbows, and then threw himself sideways, pulling them both into the water. When they surfaced, the dark-haired boy leaned forward and gave his blonde friend a light kiss on the nose, and they both giggled. The blonde boy's eyes crinkled into little crow's feet at the edges, and then I noticed that he was missing the two inscisors from his upper row of teeth. After they left the water, the boys sat down on the sand, spooning together while wrapped in a large towel. The blonde boy turned his head over his shoulder, and gave his boyfriend a little peck on the lips. It only lasted a second, but it was very sweet and thoughtful. After that, an older boy who appeared to be around 17 returned with an elephant ear and bacon-cheese fries from the fairgrounds. He had dark brown hair, so I assume that he was the elder brother of the chestnut-colored boy. The young couple went "halfsies" on the food, while the older brother went for a swim. They didn't do much after that, up until they packed up and left. Thus ends my tale of a young summer romance.

We're doing well, thanks.

Hey, Bobber.

I just have to share this story. It was very sweet to witness.

So happy for you, Gary. Hey, Albert!

Gorgeous view, though. Hey, Julian. Hey, Marty. Hey, Xander, Dennis, Jordan, and Ash! *waves to the foster kids*

Hey, Blackie! *makes Bob some lobster mac with corn bread and fried greens* No way! We want you to stay around for as long as possible!

You guys are being feisty tonight.

Ciao, Alberto. Bison burgers....YUM! But I'll pass on the gator....

Hey, Gary.

I'll do my best to include you in spirit.

We're probably going to leave early to find a good viewing spot for the fireworks. Maybe chill at the beach for a bit. And thanks, Clo.

Hey, Comsie! Happy Fourth of July! Hope you enjoy yourself with lots of good food and cute guys wearing star-spangled swimsuits! I look forward to reading the new story!

You're forgiven, Marty. Hey, Xander, Dennis, Jordan, and Ash! And hey to the other kids! *waves* Hope you guys have a great day! Happy Fourth of July! Hey, Clo. Sounds nice. Mickey and Remy took Rory to the beach. We'll have dinner around 5:00, I think. Then there's going to be a fireworks show at dusk. Hey, Bobber. Will they let you go outside to watch any fireworks tonight, or are you stuck in the hospital?

Excuse, me, I misspoke. The spaghetti and meatballs are for Friday. I fixed my earlier response. It's almost 11 p.m. Marty thought I was Gary.

Hey, Albert. Sorry I missed you. Went to the grocery store, then watched a movie after the groceries were put away. No, you can't. I've heard of that one before, and I know it's inedible.

But I'm Page. Tonight it was pancakes. Tomorrow, we're having bacon burgers, grilled potatoes, macaroni salad, and peanut butter-rice krispie ice cream sandwiches.

Hey, Caz. How are Mark and Ali? Speaking of manners...when did it become common practice for menfolk to leave the cubicle door hanging wide open when they do #1? For ****'s sake!! I've seen it happen no less than FIFTEEN times this week, and it's only Wednesday!! I hope the kids are having a lovely time.

Hey, Leo! Hey, Marty. I was listening to this earlier, and it made me think of you. Evening, Dugh and Thistle. *scratches Thistle on his belly*

Hey, Xander, Dennis, Jordan, and Ash! How is everyone? Hey, Drewbear. Instead of ass-kissing, will there be an ass-biting ceremony? 😀 Nope, Mickey and Remy always hold doors and push in chairs for each other. Because Morgan and Dad-in-law have done a good job of teaching Mickey how to be a man. Remy just sort of picked up on it when they started dating.

That's why I don't drink. I'd like to retain ALL of my memories...at least for next fifty years or so.

I love the two boys in this picture. So sweet, and not afraid to show their love for each other. They appear to be at a concert or another outdoor venue of some sort. I can picture them attending a Rufus Wainwright, Jr. concert.

It's okay.

No nekkid kayaking today. Too cloudy. And cold.