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  • … of the murky waters just under the surface, where malevolent fish life prey on my feet? Of sharp jaws at the slimy bottom ready to zap at my every movement? Of a floating blade of seaweed that touches my arm when I swim? Of course I am afraid. I lose my mind, I lose my logic. Sharks are lurking from every depth. When I was a kid they were even inside a coke can.
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