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He pauses, deep in thought, his mind churning with contemplation. "I'd survive either way," he says, breaking the silence. His hand moves from my chest to his own, emphasizing his point. "Between the two of us, I'm the trained swimmer."
A smile forms on my lips as I respond, trying to steer the conversation in a metaphorical direction. "I meant metaphorically drowning."
His expression darkens, a mix of 2% amusement and 98% irritation. But that doesn't bother me. I'm 100% satisfied with our exchange, and without realizing it, we draw closer to each other. The dirt and moss beneath our boots scuff and crunch.
"I'm not losing at anything," he asserts, attempting to reassure m
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