Crawling out of the water, exhausted from the exertion of swimming.
He’d wondered how he’d manage when his boat went down.
The water had been icy cold, and deep.
He’d no idea what was lurking beneath the waves, thank God he’d made it.
“You’ll have to pay for that boat!” bawled the boating lake boss.
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