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Harsh

The sun was just coming over the horizon. It was a start of another day. I could forget all that happend yesterday, or at least try to. Yesterday was harsh. My parents weren’t to happy about what had happened either. When I went to swimming practice my mother had wrote on the white board, “Lauren, your mother is NOT impressed.” I wanted to keep on swimming, in fear of what would face me after I was out of the Y.

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