The Docks, Thursday Afternoon

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Tully was securing his boat for the winter, maybe a little sadly. Winter had never been his favorite season. On the plus side, maybe by next summer he'd be done restoring his larger boat.

"Where the hell did all this come from?" he asked no one in particular. How had the boat managed to accumulate so much junk?

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