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Apr. 26th, 2004 12:47 amShe stands, breathless and calm, on the brink. Small white toes curl over the edge of the board. Testing the spring a bit, she bends and then straightens her knees ever so cautiously; for it has been such a long time.
The soft noises....the crisp rustle of a black lace petticoat, the thud of her heart..echo off the empty walls; but most are aborbed into the deep end of the pool.
She closes her eyes, and dives in.
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The soft noises....the crisp rustle of a black lace petticoat, the thud of her heart..echo off the empty walls; but most are aborbed into the deep end of the pool.
She closes her eyes, and dives in.
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