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carefully in the shallow end.
“What are those?” he asked.
Leo froze.
“My floaties.”
Frank made a disgusted sound.
“Take them off.”
Leo looked at me.
I stood.
“He’s fine with them.”
Frank ignored me.
“Boy your age should be swimming by now.”
“He’s five,” I said.
“I was swimming across lakes at five.”
“I’m sure you were.”
Frank’s eyes narrowed.
“Smart mouth.”
Ethan continue reading …
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