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One thing that you may not know about me, dear reader, is that I am obsessed with swimming. So much so that I remember every time I've gone in the water this summer. Do you want to hear about them? I thought so.

At Flat Rocks. First submersion of the summer. Freezing, but my boyfriend's mom went in so I wasn't about to wimp out in front of her.

In my co-worker's swimming pool, incredibly hungover on the day after the Fourth of July. Swimming was the only thing that saved me that day. I wanted...