part 327.2 of a novel: shallow end
I thought of a pool party in the summer before high school and how some girls in my grade were kissing their sophomore boyfriends in the shallow end. I didn’t go swimming. I liked to do handstands in the shallow end, but was afraid I would have kicked the girls and their boyfriends in the head. Instead, I sat on a deck chair and just watched them. One of them saw me and called me a pervert.
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