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Please select a membership then provide your email and desired password for your account.
The pool manager, a stern woman named Barb who wore a whistle like a permanent necklace, didn't give Leo much of a choice.
Leo sat on the edge of the pool, dripping wet, his sneakers ruined. He expected Barb to fire him for running on the deck. Instead, Barb walked over and handed him a dry towel.
Leo stared at the crumpled flier pinned to the community board.