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Shock and panic drowned me just as literal water did, too. I tried to swim up, but every time I pushed my leg to move, the pain got worse and I couldn't move it. If I can’t move, how the hell am I going to swim back up?! This was a terrible f*****g idea! That thought repeated in my head over and over as I tried to swim back up with just my arms, but without the movement of my legs, the water just felt like it kept pulling me back down, deeper, and deeper, and deeper…. Until my face sank beneath the water and the only thought I had was… Fuck, I’m going to drown and I didn’t even get to eat the freaking strawberry. Just as I closed my eyes and was getting ready to accept my fate, the splash of water made me open my eyes back up again and there was a blurry figure swimming right toward