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5-ABBIE
I heard Alex scream as soon as I emerged from the water and took a breath.
I visualized him a few feet away from me, so I got off Flipper's back, and swam up to him.
“Alex? What's going on?”
He turned around, showing me his super surprised face, and the next thing I knew, he was locking me in his arms and holding me tightly.
It was fifty percent painful and another fifty percent suffocating.
“You’re alive!” He screamed, hugging me even more, and then releasing me as if it burned him to touch me, "But how? I saw it! I saw how it got closer to you!”
He lifted me up without letting me respond and the next thing I knew, his hands were touching me all over my body.
“What are you looking for?” I asked puzzled, "I'm naked, you don't like me naked."
"The bite,” he answered, concentrating on my legs even with frantic eyes.
I laughed at the tickling of his hands behind my knees.
“What bite?
“The shark one!
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