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He let go of the shark's fin, which an instant

  • He let go of the shark's fin, which an instant later exploded. Shoved upward by the shockwave, he was intercepted by a passing outboard motor, snarling his scuba gear. It sputtered
  • to a hault. "We've been looking for that shark!" the pilot yelled. "How did you get to him first?" Eddie was bleeding profusely and watched his gear sink out of sight. " I don't
  • care if other people's stuff gets lost. In fact, I like it because it means I have something that someone else doesn't have. When the shark circled back, I wanted Eddie to slip
  • and lose his life, which I still had. I wasn't just happy the shark didn't eat me; I was gloating that Eddie was now the one lodged within its belly, torn by those terrible teeth.
  • Then that twinge of guilt slipped in. As if to mock me, the shark now had Eddie breath. It was like a tell-tale heart of my near death experience. Worse, now I was hungry for
  • a nice chunk of Hakarl and a shot of brennivin. Did that mean I was subconsciously longing for Eddie? I salivated as I pondered the shark and felt my loins tighten with adrenalin.
  • I was an adrenaline junkie and loved the feeling of my heart racing, my increased breathing and muscle contraction. However I didn't enjoy the anxiety, headaches, palpitatations an
  • d insurance premiums. My broker had tripled my rate after I was filmed jumping from outer space into the bottom of the Mariana Trench. Boy, what a rush though. I had a
  • date with death someday like everyone else, but until then, extreme extreme sports were my passion, and nothing would stop me from lava walking or bunjee-less bunjee-jumping.
  • And then they all got together and ate candy and danced under rainbows and learned stuff. The end. meow

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