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Lets Go Fishing

LET’S GO FISHING We set out early when the air was cool to go fishing. Deep within the forest at a river tributary lies a remote stretch of water. A few hours later our catch is impressive. I turn my back to eat my lunch and I hear a scream. An alligator has snatched my friend with its terrible death grip— there’s nothing I can do but stare in horror at the scene before me. Will I be next? I wish I had my hunting rifle…

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