[ Sharp little inhale, then silence. What can she say? That itch is still there. The steady pressure that has nothing to do with how deep they are and everything to do with the unexplainable desperation from below. ]
I don't know how to swim. I wasn't allowed to learn.
[ Which has nothing to do with anything. She shivers again. ]
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I don't know how to swim. I wasn't allowed to learn.
[ Which has nothing to do with anything. She shivers again. ]