It’s freezing outside, windy, the distance is fog-banked and grey. The five of us are seated on wobbly chairs around a small plastic table, finishing our meals.
It’s cold outside.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
—Want to go jump in the lake?
Sure.
We’re on the shore, stripping, it's around 9:00—they’re shivering in bikinis and I’m shivering shirtless. The sun disappears behind the clouds.
Robert takes pictures.
We jump.
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