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I climb the wet concrete stairs, forcing myself to look straight ahead. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. My hands are clamping onto the metal railing tightly, my teeth are shattering, my swimsuit clinging to me. I’m hoping there will be more stairs and more stairs but too soon I’m on the top pl…
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