It was like when you stand on the edge of the swimming pool and you’re six or seven, your toes curled around the rim, and you put your head down and curl your chest to follow and you look at the water and then at your cousin who showed you how but you haven’t done it yet. So you stop just as you’re about go in: ``Can I do this?’’ Then you see your cousin do it again and you lean down further and further in a C shape until you plunge into the clear blue water turning a circle as fast as a whiplash that makes your stomach leap and you dizzy and a little nauseous until you thrash up breathless and triumphant from getting youself to do it and from the feeling of turning your body inside out into a new one and you yell, ``I did it!’’
That’s what it what it was like the day I met Marcus.
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