Brenna.Blick (sasha1295816)

The smell of chlorine and cheap sunscreen still clings to the edges of my memory, a phantom limb tingling with the ghost of summer. It's a Tuesday afternoon, probably sometime in July, judging by the relentless, unwavering sun. I'm eight years old, maybe nine, and perched precari

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