Mike Cooper stands at the pool’s edge, his lean frame bent forward as he grips the concrete, dark hair damp from the water below. The tattoo on his upper arm glints in the sunlight as he shifts between sitting on the edge and sinking into the pool, legs stretched out or bent, the greenery and fence blurred behind him. His movements are slow, deliberate, each position framed by the rippling surface, the only sound the lap of water against his skin.
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