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Skinny dipping with the bad girl(4)
Exiting the pool, I found the storage box by the back door the Masons kept pool toys in and returned with five large brightly colored plastic rings. "Diving rings," I said, handing them to her. "I'm amazed they still have them. They're weighted on one side so they sink, but one side sticks up from the bottom. At the pool parties, me and the other kids spent hours fetching these things from the bottom." I took them back and flung each into dark, hearing them splash into the deep end. "Whoever brings back the most, wins," I said. She studied me, incredulous, then nodded and dove under the surface. I chased after her. The rings were hard to see at the bottom of the unlit pool. Underwater, we collided several times as we felt around in the gloom. I only found one before needing air. "Thi
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