She’s falling through the water. The last bubbles of breath are leaving her. Something feels familiar about this. Why isn’t she scared?
A passing fish stops to watch her. He’s seen her before, and he knows he’ll see her again: the girl who drowns every day and keeps coming back.
A passing fish stops to watch her. He’s seen her before, and he knows he’ll see her again: the girl who drowns every day and keeps coming back.
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