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The Snake River flows fast and furious, water foaming white. Fishing, I fell into the cold wetness.
I coughed and choked until the dog caught my shoulder. He pulled until we reached shore. The dog shook himself. I reached out to pat his head. His teeth snapped. "Damn," I said. "That dog never liked me." (55 word story)
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