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Escapoo #3

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The officials called in the big guns... or rather a big net. No more than the size of a broad bean, the evidence was faeshed up from the bottom. Nobody touched or sniffed the offending object. They just looked at it. ”What is it?” followed by ”Eeeeew! Disgusting! Who?”

The Chief of Poolice didn’t seem bothered about ‘who’, but what to do now. Her decision was to close the establishment for 24 hours, enough time for the spring water feeding the pool to flush right through.

Fortunately, I’d just finished swimming my daily lengths, so I didn’t give a shit!

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