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Evan stood on the dock above me, laughing.
When I finally broke through to air, gasping and choking, he was recording me on his phone.
“Grandma took a swim!” he called out to whoever might be watching his social media later. “Should’ve seen her face!”
I clung to the dock ladder, my soaked clothes dragging me down, my heart hammering against my ribs continue reading …
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