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... l brushing against the bottom of the boat.
Holding the fishing rod, I smiled as my eyes scanned the calm lake’s surface. Not a ripple was in sight, not even from bugs.
I could of course remember the last time I had fished. It hadn’t been too long ago, actually. While Vim and I had traveled to the Crypt, after Miss Beak’s death at the beach. We had fished in a small river. But I had not done so with a fishing pole, let alone properly. Instead Vim and I had simply just… caught the ...
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