The lifeguard dreamed one night of endless thunderstorms. He watched from his highchair as they approached, purple and swollen. He smelled the sweet electric smell. He heard the pleasant claps of thunder. He closed the pool and made the swimmers go home and it was a good dream. When he woke, he checked the weather report and was sorely disappointed. Nothing but sun. This was the last straw. This was the thing that broke him.


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