The Tahoe: A Short Story

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I couldn’t wait to get out of the Tahoe. My kids were restless from the 7-hour drive and all I could hear is my son yelling at his sister to get her legs off of him. I whipped around and yelled stop but to my surprise I couldn’t help but laugh because my little girls’ hair looked like she just finished a treatment of shock therapy. I told them to hurry up and put their shoes one because the marina was only a few minutes away. Ounce we arrived at Ringo’s Lakeside Marina, I opened the passenger door to get out and felt this unexpected cool breeze that sent chills down my spine. I reached for my sweater that I had on my seat and slipped my arms through the bottom of the sweater and pushed my head through the top like a turtle. As I was stretching
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