Quadratic
As she swam toward the surface, Allison wondered if her experiment was to backfire. A shallow breath, a deep dive. Her survival would be due to math, not miracles. And as her lungs burned for air, she pumped and kicked up. When Allison’s head broke the surface, she gasped and sputtered for just a few seconds, then calmed. She was alive, this was a summer pool party, and she was no spectacle.
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