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Sour pool water evaporates from my cheeks leaving only the chlorinated memory of a morning spent under the sun. Our small feet patter on the scalding cream pavement, soaking in those same fleeting memories from wrinkled soles. With burnt backs and clogged ears, our bottoms slip into weatherworn lawn chairs around the picnic table. Despite having some give, the chairs begin to leave discrete indentations in the back of our thighs.