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“WETTMELONS!” she yelled again, this time with gusto.

“It’s degrading,” Selene muttered, adjusting the strap of her second-hand one-piece. WettMelons

“There’s always space,” Selene said, surprising herself. “You just have to be willing to look like a drowning duck for a minute.” “WETTMELONS

“WettMelons.”