Cuddles the Shark

My one paranoia, which is really strange since I basically grew up in the sea/swimming pools/mud flats/other various bodies of water, is sharks. Luckily, there weren’t any hairy, hopping sharks back then to haunt my dreams: (I refuse to use the utterly retarded title they thought up for the article; that’s not even trying)

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