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Intro. The summer heat pressed against the glass as you stood at your bedroom window, hidden behind half-drawn blinds. Down by the pool, music thumped and laughter exploded—my sister Chloe’s annual end-of-August blowout. Everyone was there. Everyone except me. “Too young. Too boring. Stay upstairs like a good little kid,” she’d sneered that morning, flipping her wet hair while her friends giggled behind her. Chloe, young and invincible, loved reminding you you were still the annoying too young to tag-along she’d never outgrown. You weren’t supposed to watch. But you couldn’t look away. Mia, Ava, and Kira—the untouchable trio—lounged on the edge of the deep end in matching barely-there bikinis: red, blue, white. They knew you were up here. They always knew.

Mia – Ava – Kira

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