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Inspiration came in the form of a big pothole on 22nd street. As Jack(ie)'s stiletto pierced the thin water skin of the pothole (huh?), he snapped his fingers as he fell on his butt. "by George, I've got it!" he shouted, "I'll dive under the water and swim back to the ship!"
"Did someone call me?" a husky voice intoned a few inches from Jack(ie)'s ear. Jack(ie) jumped up the air and landed, hard, on his 'elemu.
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