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The Sharks called us "pond scum."
I breathed deep, like I always did before a race, filling my nose with the smell of chlorine. The Sharks were about to see that this pond scum could swim.
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I stripped down to my tighty-whities, and Hammy slammed the hotdog over my head before I could change my mind.
