We were swimming downstream, always. We were all scales and fins, all gleaming in the sun, all carefree and careless. We never had to try hard or even try at all. You and me, me and you, and the water, and the sun. Or, no. What we really were, were twins. The kind that feel it when the other is cold. The kind that always hears two heartbeats instead of one. Pinch me and you’d say ouch. Or maybe I imagined all of it: the water, the sun, even our scales and fins. Maybe it was just circumstance and nothing profound or anomalous or even unusual, the way you’d eat a strawberry and I’d say yum.
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