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The truck is packed, the crew will be here in about an hour.
I am pointing south and will be casting till my arms fall off. Then I will duct tape them back on and cast some more. Work don't exist, honey do list will be ignored, I will catch fish for all the Brothers in arms that are memories now, It is Memorial Day and they can no longer chase fish in the surf with me, as in the days when I was younger and they stood by my side in Hell on earth. I fish because they made it possible. And every fish will be for them, and I will thank them each and every time.
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