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yes, this

*This is not an ask for money* *Do not start a therapy-pool fund or I’ll be forced to stab myself in the face with marshmallows* *Sharp stuff hurts, yo* *But, I am serious* Peter’s trying to build something. He’s always trying to build something. Or taunting me with the something that he’s going to build [...]

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reflections in the pool

A a trip to the pool at the YMCA. I sat waiting for a family shower room to open up. The door finally opened. A mother with her daughter exited the room. There was no staring, which was pretty weird as far I was concerned. Until dad came out. In his wheelchair. Both arms working [...]

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