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Bourbon On The Rocks #172


I was trying to take my mind off the fact that my lungs could really use a breath of fresh air at that moment by wiggling my hands to see if I could free them. The tow rope was huge and therefore couldn’t be tied as tight as smaller rope, but I was still having difficulty with loosening it. It was getting hard to concentrate.

Just when I thought I might pass out I was yanked back up out of the water. I exhaled and started gasping, sucking the sweet, beautiful air back into the shelter of my welcoming lungs...

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