The Scars Of Summer (a kinda short story)

The joy I feel at the end of a hot day knowing I'll be jumping into my favorite black swimsuit gets me through my mildly annoying evening commute. The anticipation of feeling the cool water on my skin magnifies my delight as I slide the wide smooth straps up over my tanned shoulders as my counterfeit tits flop into place; secured in cups that envelop and mask their scars allowing me to feel whole. I race down the back stairs as quickly as my rubber flip flops permit - crossing the courtyard toward the clear blue pool which rinses away the stresses of the day; 45 minutes of laps, water lunges and sometimes even a few push-ups on the submerged bench as well. Chlorinated water stings as it bubb

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