Kimberly (kimberly_reads)

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It was very late when we finally got out of the pool and went back upstairs to our room. I was so excited about my accomplishment, and they were, too. In their rough and tough roundabout way, they taught me how to swim. But really, they were teaching me how to fight for myself—with the reminder that they would always be there to support me when I needed them.
All Boys Aren't Blue
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