Strawberry Lake: A Short Story

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It was another beautiful, July day. The sun was relentlessly beating down upon me as I diligently yanked weeds from the parched earth. Sweat was discharging from all my pores. In the background, waves were rhythmically crashing into the shoreline as boats and other watercraft zoomed past. The lake was buzzing with all sorts of people enjoying the gorgeous summer day while I was stuck performing manual labor. Despite it being an atypically arduous summer day, I could not fathom doing anything else. I was at my grandmother’s lake property on Strawberry Lake. For the past few years, I had spent a majority of my summer vacation at this property with my grandmother. When she first bought the property years prior, it consisted of a barebones trailer

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