I was at the printshop in Sanford. Outside, stormcontinued cranking up. He thought maybe she'd want something to eat so he cooked up some bacon and eggs on the stove. Might as wel turn in.
Alive in the heat, aware inthe faint sound of dawn thunder. No, that's good, the more the merrier. Well thank her for me. Somebody said the tide ran eight knots an hour in there.
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