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As the tap wore thin, Helen realised that her chances of finishing the job in hand were likewise thinning. Though she splashed around, trying to recover the situation, she knew in her heart of hearts that it was no good: the harem floor would not give way. Beating with her fists and screaming lots (because that always helps, doesn't it?), her energy ebbing away like so many lost trout, she eventually fell to the ground, sobbing like so many lost salmon.

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