I´m not alone…

Lake at the morning

I burgled the open air swimming pool at six in the morning and crashed into a group of drunk teens.  They blustered around, celebrating their holidays. Fisherman sat on the other bank, covert, wafts of mist blurred the vision.

What the hell all this people doing on my lake at six in the morning?

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