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Weekly Contest #291
The water was cold, dark, and it stank. She had no idea how she had ended up here, why she was in the river. She’d been in a bar, hadn’t she? Yes, she’d been in the pub with her friends. So why was she holding onto the riverboat pier in the middle of the fucking Thames? Panic started to set in, and her breath started to become fast and shallow. She was going to drown, she’d be fished out of the river by the police, but only once she’d been left there to swell, discolour, and be eaten by fish. Oh God, she was going to die. She opened her mout...
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