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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