You won't find Kim on a map but you will find Jennings Lake
Its banks form the outline of a mouth making an expression of disgust or perhaps frustration
It's a violent slash, the water is muddy all year round
You will find Kim talking about water skiing
Hip hugging jeans and boyfriend as expression of social worth not love
Kim looking through her mother's lipsticks, trying out the different shades
Charles Bushnell and I got up early to go fishing on Jennings Lake
We didn't catch anything
We took along a cooler full of beer that Charles had talked his older brother into buying for us
Kim slept in, she played with her pancakes and texted friends
Did not do anything her mother or stepfather asked
Said she was going to the movies but went to Jennings Lake with a boy instead
The depth here is only 9.5 feet
3/4 of a mile across at its widest point
300 acres long
Was temporarily closed to human activity due to high levels of Mercury
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