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We floated through the pitch black tunnel, wishing we had brought some candles. A little fish swam next to us and I bent over the boat, squinted my eyes and tried to have a better look at it. When I saw my reflection, I noticed there was someone else behind me. A tall guy with emerald eyes gawked at me, an amused smile painted across his face. And I simply stood there, staring back.

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