She lay back on the slab of rock beside the swimming hole in the finally warm sun of early summer and asked for her favorite poem once again.
Julia sighed, "But Charlie, don't you want to hear something else... something new?"
"No, that's the one I like the most."
Charlie shivered as a breeze blew across her damp skin and thought about how good the water would feel later in the summer when she…
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