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The next morning, as the sun rose over the marina, Leo stepped onto the deck. Maya looked at his legs and burst out laughing. "Are those... pugs?"
His phone vibrated in his pocket—another text from Maya. “Don’t forget! The boat leaves at 6 AM sharp. No trunks, no snorkeling. 🤿💦” where can i buy swimming trunks
Leo grinned, finally relaxing. "To a boat where I will be the best-dressed man on the water." The next morning, as the sun rose over
Leo bolted. He found Aisle 14. There, sandwiched between a lonely pair of thermal socks and a stack of discounted umbrellas, was a single, solitary pair of swim trunks. They were neon orange with patterns of surfing pugs wearing sunglasses. No trunks, no snorkeling
"It's April!" Leo muttered, swerving around a display of lawnmowers. "People go to gym pools! People go on vacations!"
Leo hadn't been swimming in three years. His old pair of trunks had mysteriously "shrunk" (or he had expanded), and he’d spent the last hour hearing the same soul-crushing sentence from every store clerk in town: "Sorry, those are seasonal. We won't have them until June."
They were ridiculous. They were loud. They were the only pair in his size.