"But mooooooooom..." TJ whined, stamping his feet, "I hate swimming."

Mrs. Weaselton sighed, "TJ, hon. It's good for you. Dr. Simon said that you need to do more exercise, and this is a good alternative to your physical therapy. Besides, this is a geothermally heated pool--it'll be nice and warm. You'll like it!"

"Fine. We're here anyway, I might as well--you already dragged across town." TJ leaned his crutches against the bench next to his towel, and shuffled over to the pool's edge. Climbing in carefully, he pushed off the edge and let himself sink slowly to the bottom.

He thought to himself, "The water is kinda warm... this actually is nice."


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