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| Doctor, ever since that summer, I keep having flashbacks. I see sharks everywhere. I can't go near the beach. | |
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| I think you're ready to confront your fears, Chief Brody. I want you to wade out into the ocean, and write down everything you see, hear and feel. Make a journal. | |
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| Icy ... a little shallow ... wet ... | |
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