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“Dog meat, Hamilton!” Robin screamed from where she had managed to back paddle and save herself. She floated in the middle of an eddy current at the side of the raging river. In a pool perhaps twice the length of her tiny kayak, it slowly whirled her in a clockwise circle every ten seconds.
Large rock.
Cliff face.
Bit of grass.
More cliff face.
A roaring menace of Class III rapids pounding over rocks.
More roaring menace, ultimately launching itself off a ten-foot-high waterfall into more psychotic roil of Class III madness.
Large rock.
Cliff face.
Bit of grass…
She let the kaleidoscopic whirl continue until she was starting to feel nauseous. With an ill-timed flick of the paddle, she all but launched herself out into the maelstrom though she intended to move to the side of t
