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When your GF askes for more quality time with her, you take her out for a 'pleasure cruise' around the harbor and think you could get away with bringing your rods 'just in case' then once on the boat start the 8mile run to the tip of monomoy... rationalizing like an alcholic looking for his next drink that she'll never figure it out. Even when she is staring at you with the all knowing eyes...
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