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We were in France and for a couple of weeks we lived in a caravan. Well, my parents occupied the caravan and my brother and I spent the nights in a little tent which was a damp and moist nightmare in the morning. Wherever we were; Netherlands, Italy, Spain or France, the tent always sucked ass. But anyway, France. A camping where we, boys, were allowed to wear trunks or shorts in the pool instead of those tight briefs. Although you must believe me when I say my body was as glorious then as it is now. Anyway, a little way down the road, some miles from the campsite, some French had set up a couple of tables, selling all kinds of things. Like