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  • My wet hair clings to my shoulders as I walk from the pool towards the changing room.

    The public pool is always filled with kids and adults in the August heat, but today every inch of the water is filled with screaming, laughing and sometimes crying kids.

    The first 5 minutes I navigated competing games of Marco Polo, convincing myself the chaos was worth the cool down. Then I was suddenly kicked in the leg by a group of rowdy teenage boys, trying to get noticed by some sunbathing beauties.

    Well, I noticed them. Then, they noticed me as I began to dunk each one of them. I was the bathing beauty they didn’t expect.

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    Time: 20 min
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