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Still Waters 10

“John? Is that you?” John turned around.
“Brent? Man! Where are we?”
“I don’t know. I don’t care. I want out.”
“Okay. Let’s find our way outta here.”
“John?”
“Yeah?”
“I saw Kayla.”
“Wow.”
John hugged his friend.
“John?”
“Yeah?”
“Where are the doors to your heart?”
“Right here.” He crossed his heart. Hope not to die.

“John? John! John!?” Summer yelled to the lake. “No!” She saw his body floating in the water. She ran out to get him. “John!” She struggled to lift the two hundred pounds. Struggled too hard. She breathed in the water. And sank.
Down.
Down.
Down.

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