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It’s fun to write, yet, challenging at the same time.
She let out a soft laugh at his foiled attempts. But he didn’t care. Singing along, he kept trying, laughing every time the rocks fell apart. With some impatience, but also the memory returning of her childhood, building dams like these with her father while her mother prepared the picnic, she rid herself of her shoes and socks again to help him. She shrieked at her first step, slowly getting used to the cold water. Within seconds she stood next to him.
She placed a hand on his arm. “Let me show you how to do this.”
“You know how to build a dam?” he asked, a grin spreading across his face.
She wasn’t able to interpret his reaction. “You seem surprised.”
He shook his head. “Not at all.”
Yet, his grin didn’t disappear. She sorted the rocks, moving the smaller ones to the side and stacking the bigger ones in a line. “Here.” She handed him some of the smaller ones. “Place them on top of the others just like that.” She demonstrated how to do it, and he followed her instructions. She started to enjoy herself and after only a few minutes they’d done some progress. She leaned forward to pick up another little rock pebble, but slipped and lost her balance. In an attempt not to fall, she reached for Bigelow’s arm, but despite her struggle and his best effort to help, they both fell into the cold water.
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