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We lay there, skin on skin. A breeze billowed the curtain and I watched as goosebumps shivered on the small of your back like a kiss. There was not much left of the day. Through the window I could see the light fading and soon it would be dark, but neither of us made a
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She makes a dive and for once it isn’t perfect. Resurfacing through ripples of water, she splutters and looks around as if to ask, “How’d that happen?” I shrug as she eases herself up onto the riverbank and she sticks her tongue out before composing herself, arms outstretched, head lowered. She dives again. No splash.
