Her grandfather told her that decades back, when he’d tried to teach his baby brother how to swim, he’d just thrown him into the deep and the pure shock of it had forced him to learn. That could be a metaphor, right?
Some dream of white weddings and happily ever after. Others just hope and pray there will be a phase where one doesn’t have to breathe through a paper bag half the time.
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