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NCE  ASHORE  ALICE  WIPED  HER hands across her dress, surprised to feel it dry, the painted water had not dampened her clothes in the slightest.


Alice turned to the water, looking for the fish, but she couldn’t see him anyway.

She walked backwards, still scanning the water.


Still walking backwards, her back hits the edge of the frame and she flips over and out of the picture! 

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