Mysteries & Detective Stories
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The water was choppy. I struggled to hold on. If I bailed, I was done for. The coming wave would suck me in and spit me out the back after it had raked me across the reef. No one would be pulling me out of the waves here. There might not be a lot of me left to even pull out.
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"What I do is weed out the real from the unreal, the fairy queens from the princesses, the sad people from the attention-grabbers." "Where am I in all that?" "I'm not sure yet, but it ain't lookin' good..."
