Meanwhile, in the background

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He stood proud, a moment of clarity and confidence.

“Will you take my picture?” he asked his friend.

“Sure” came the reply.

So he posed beside the pool he’d phoned home about, an example of how good he was doing and how great the place was.


Meanwhile, in the background...

No one even knew she was falling, until the water splashed their faces.

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