Single File

A singles party is no place to meet a man. Even if it’s on a beach, even if the drinks are strong and the wind is stronger. Everyone hikes up their skirt at a party like that, like a flag at half mast or else surrendering. You’ve caught us. We’re lonely. Wave the white flags and finish up your drinks, everyone. The night stops for nobody.

water taxi beach

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