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Sun light bent through and obscured my vision of everything. I couldn’t hold my breathe anymore. I swam up. I climbed onto the dock (as smooth as I could) and laid down next to her. She was reading Hemingway. I pretended I knew things about literature, she entertained my idiotic ramblings, smiled and continued to read. I felt weird pretending to be the version of someone I thought she wanted. But I was even more uncomfortable with the reality that she was okay with me as me. Whatever. I dived back in.
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