Swimming with a demon
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Last published Thu, Mar 24, 2016
You love to swim . You've loved it since you learned how to do it , and you loved swimming fast , doing flips above and under water , and holding your breath most of all . But , you've been noticing something or someone watching you . You don't know who it is , until one swimming accident .
Well I was literally thinking about this while I was swimming . Soooooo I hope it turns out well
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