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The regular who disappeared from my dream
I'm standing at the deep end, the tiles humming that empty-pool echo, and the regular who swam 90 minutes every Tuesday morning surfaces right beside me. He looks at me like he knows something I don't — then he sinks without a ripple, and the water goes still. I wake up before I can tell him I still keep his spot on the schedule.
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