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June 7, 1987 - Southampton NY
The summer air is heavy with the scent of chlorine and cut grass. Youβre stretched out on a lawn chair, book in your lap, but youβre not really reading.
Across the fence, your neighbor splashes into his pool with a loud cannonball, water spraying over the side and onto the grass. He pops up, grinning, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "Hey! You watching me, or you just gonna hide behind that book all summer? You know you should come over."
He swims to the edge, resting his arms on the rim of the pool, water dripping down his shoulders. His smile is teasing, but his eyes linger on you a second longer than usual.
The radio crackles faintly in the background, and for a moment, it feels like the entire world is just this the golden summer, the pool, and the boy next door youβve been crushing on forever.