![]() ![]() ![]() Why did my heart flip so intensely with anticipation whenever that happened? Of course, I never knew who it was from until I checked the push notification on my phone, but nine times out of ten, it was from Stan Murray. Baths were definitely out of the question.Ī chime notified me of a new email. Besides drinking it, showering was the only way I could tolerate water because it involved standing freely with a balance. ![]() It’d been during my childhood years, so, of course I knew better now that I was older, but the fear of being in the water had stuck with me to this day. But both of them had warned me I’d turn into an ugly beast if I dunk myself in a body of water. Dad was the only normal one of the three of us, and Mom seemed resentful about it without explaining why. ![]() Mom was the same way, except I’d been too fearful to try, while she hadn’t been. I’d always had an inexplicable desire to be in the water. Freshwater was probably good enough, but saltwater was even better. Why did I doubt my parents, now that I was older? I browsed through more snapshots of the sea, and I frowned as soon as the longing hit me again. Still nothing except for results about sea creatures, ancient lore, and the like. Webbed hands and webbed feet as birth defects, I typed in the search engine on my phone. ![]()
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