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[spd_green]

Bridge was doing a lot of thinking recently.

He always did a lot of thinking, but usually those thoughts weren't exactly applicable to the real world. He knew that, was fine with that, enjoyed his thoughts all the more sometimes because of that, and because most of the time the real world stuff worked itself out. If he had to stand on his head

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[polly_okeefe]

Today was Sunday, and I was wandering back from NOT paying a visit to my parents. I still hadn't told them about my books. Didn't know what to say. I wondered, perhaps, if I could tell them about dating Bridge, and if that might help make things easier. It didn't. I barely got halfway to their hut before I scrubbed the plan and decided to wander.

I happened upon the Waterfall pool by accident. I'd heard about it; heard it was a bit of a swimming hole -- a clothing optional one, apparently -- but I'd never visited it, for pretty much that reason. But since I stumbled upon it, I might as well stay a while. The sound of running water always calmed me down. And, fortunately, the individual swimming was wearing clothes.

But as I sat down by the bank, I looked up again. I recognized those clothes.

"Bridge?" I exclaimed. But he didn't hear me. His head was underwater. I hoped oxygen wasn't becoming an issue.

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He didn't hear, but he did have to come up for air some time. Training had given him a really good lung capacity, so it was a while before his legs fell into the water with a splash and he surfaced. Blinking water out of his eyes and shaking it from his hair, Bridge looked up and the watery form at the edge of the pool coalesced into Polly.

"Hey Polly," he said, greeting her with a smile. "How are you?"

[polly_okeefe]

I let out the breath I suddenly realized I was holding. I gave Bridge a warm, slightly wry grin.

"Doing well," I replied. I sighed. "I still haven't been able to tell my folks about the books. But otherwise it's going well." I looked at him. "How about you? What made you decide to do gymnastics underwater?"

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"I thought water might help," he explained, swimming over to the edge of the pool so he could climb out. He ran his hands through his hair vigorously, to get out all the excess water, but his body remained dripping wet. "But I think I've come to the conclusion that ideas are lighter than water, and floated up instead of sliding down. Are you sure your parents don't know about the books?"