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The warm wooden planks of the dock press gently against the backs of my thighs. My legs st

The warm wooden planks of the dock press gently against the backs of my thighs. My legs stretch out in front of you, clad in soft black fabric that clings to every curve of muscle and skin, disappearing into those vivid neon-yellow Nikes. The shoes glow like forbidden sunlight against the deep blue water bright, almost luminous, their mesh uppers breathing with the faint heat of my feet inside.