Why I Hate Sharks

The sun shone brightly over Miami Beach as I swam slowly, underwater, over a coral reef, looking left and right through my goggles. Holding my spear gun in front of me, I was ready to spear unsuspecting fish.
�� �� The beautiful reef dropped away to fifteen ��feet. I dove deeper and, suddenly there it was: JAWS! Oh my God! It was Death, his eyes locked on mine! I flailed upward, gulping water through my snorkel. Breaking the surface, I spit out my mouthpiece, and screamed, "Shark!"
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