7/12/1995
I am at our pool with friends. After everyone gets out, the water begins to become coated, and pools of ink spit out in the water. As I moved the scum and slush around with my net and brush, I see jewelry floating in the bottom. Nobody claims it as I pulled piles upon piles of glittery goodies from the abyss in my own backyard.
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