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Chapter 09

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17


Water, it’s always about water, isn’t it? Too much, too little, too deep…hell, too damn wet. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I don’t like water, I do. I mean, I drink it, I wash my face in it, I even like to watch it puddle up in the street on a rainy afternoon while sitting on the porch swing sipping iced tea. No, the problem I have with water is that it scares me. I read somewhere that a person can drown in only a teaspoon of the stuff. That doesn’t seem right. I know it didn’t take much more than that to almost drown me, back when I was six-years old. I had eaten a peanut butter sandwich, a bag of chips and half a corndog, and then went swimming without waiting the mandatory thirty minutes before going back in. A lifeguard pulled me out. I was all cramped up, purple and sworn to Jesus (well, the cramped up and purple part is true anyway).

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