What?! No! It couldn't possibly be that my last swimming class today. There is absolutely no way I miss being tethered to another unfit woman who needs an exercise credit while we run "about face!" to each other flailing appendages. I couldn't miss the buoyancy belts and the duck gloves and the flippers and the bad 70's rock with speedy beats that are impossible to water yog at a matching rhythm.
Will I mourn the loss of my early mornings and semi-regular shower schedule?
Perhaps I will miss all of it. And perhaps I will grieve in the form of more run-on sentences and being a bottomless pit for Kit-Kat Bars and homemade cookies from someone else's care package.
Or maybe just write a ten minute play about it for class tonight.
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Give it here. Give me the play. Please and thank you.
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