The day started any other day. I was driving the express TGV train to New York as usual, when something terrible happened…

As I was on the bridge, the rails started squeaking, and the train wobbled and shook.

Suddenly, the train was free falling into the water that was inhabited by killer sharks. I grabbed the lifeboat and tied some rope around my wrist. I must have been knocked unconscious because when I woke up I could taste salt in my mouth. I could see palm trees.

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