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But to make a long story short, that was quite the portent of things to come. First, a giant tsunami rolled out of nowhere, sweeping away Denise. I barely rode out the wave.
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Washed ashore in the mountains, I ran off, pursued by a fleet of stealth helicopters.
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My final thought as all went black again was, man, scorpion stings *do* hurt!
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