A letter to the Watermelon Man, lost

Dear Watermelon Man, I first notice you as you rise from your awkward position on the beach, sprawled on the sandy wasteland between the two sunloungers occupied by your wife and teenage daughter. I immediately reel at your watermelon-bedecked swim shorts*, their frivolous design incongruous with the solemnity with which you carry yourself. I spot… Continue reading A letter to the Watermelon Man, lost

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