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Dan cast the line and then quietly sat down in his chair. Looking out over the fog blanketed lake this morning he observed he had two competitors. Joe was out in his boat again this early morning hoping for some good catch. And there was that pesky cormorant that had swiped his catch last week. Dan furrowed his brows in annoyance. "Not today, you feathered fiend," thought Dan, "today's catch is my own." |
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