My first experience with what I’m sure is latent ESP was when my grandparents deemed me and my little sister the only Duncans worth surviving and started us in swim lessons, leaving my brothers to drown. Dana passed immediately, but I retook the course three times before I was successful, all because I absolutely refused to do the outrageously counterproductive “dead man’s float.” I simply knew, with my latent ESP: if I do that, I will die. Each time I attempted it, I’d flip face down just long enough to see my reflection mirrored on the bottom of the pool, but with black eyes and a black mouth that opened and opened and opened before I spun around back to the right side of the world. Eventually they just handed me the certificate, sick of my blank stares and eerie predictions of death, and I was officially allowed in the deep end.
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