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Still, it does not make me want to swim in the warm water, especially because this site was once used for taconite mining.
Troy shakes his head at me. "Always the racist one," he says as if he's known me for many years.
"Why don't you go and swim?" I suggest, hoping he'll leave me to relax for a little bit. If I'm lucky, he might drown.
"No way," he refuses, "that water is polluted, BroBoyBandDawg. I'm waiting for Ramos to take a dip. If he turns into some lake mutant frothing from the mouth, filled with radiation, then I'll maybe consider it."
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