Friday, September 5th:
The moon cast a deep, round shadow over the house on Clark Street, and the shadow was a huge wading pool.
Libby Dreifuss beckoned me to the edge, treading water on her back. When I leaned close to see her clearly in the darkness, she dragged me in with her embrace. Her lips found mine as she pulled me under, washing away my
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I'm all full of smiles now.
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