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The Flasher

He calls me over from the park bench: "Wanna see something kid"? It lolls from his open fly partly erect. As I stare, it rears as if to threaten the entire city with a bold cyclopean gaze. A monster only Superman (my alter-ego), could battle against. "I’m telling mum", I fling over my shoulder, as I run, my heroic-powers forgotten. Behind me - a villain's brazen laugh. In front of me – a troubled puberty.

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Date: 5/9/2025 5:40:00 PM
Geez! I once was walking with Navy friends. I wasn’t wearing my glasses. A man passes us then he’s saying something. Well, my friends informed me he was flashing… God was good that he shut my eyes!
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