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Unattainable Tides: A Short Story

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I remember when my grandma and I went outside to play when I was about 4 years old. The sky was the most beautiful shade of blue you had ever laid your eyes on, like a crystal clear majestic ocean in the most exotic and breathtaking countries imaginable. We started with just a simple game of catch, however, throwing a blue and yellow Winnie the Pooh ball back and forth can get pretty old really fast. So we stopped playing catch and I skipped my way over, like most 4 year old girls did, to the slide. Now I had been down this slide no problem about a million times and so to think that something would go wrong this time, was just plain inconceivable to my four year old mind. How wrong I was. I started my descent up the red, thin, and metal ladder,

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