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God, keep the cap, it has the mojo. You just need to do the totally opposite of the norm. Fish the dead tides, the back creeks, high noon, and the jetties loaded with crud. Catch a fish and you'll be on your way to riddin the voodoo. Skip kickin the cat, last time I booted mine, I found the hidden leg under the middle of the couch. Some toes still point in an odd angle.
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