Sitting alone on her patio, Debbie vacantly looks across the water of her pool searching for something out of place, something that needs to be picked up, sanitized, replaced. The beach balls toss and turn on small waves of chorine. Never once played with, these toys exist to signify a past once lost, never to be regained. The actual beach balls
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