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May 27, 2011
I'm using a state of the art, plastic piece of bait, Brian said. If that's not luring I don't know what is.
Maryanne overheard the exchange and straddled the divide between the two fishing boats. Her eyes were still black. Brian didn't like Maryann, so she paid close attention to him.
You have to be one with the bait, she said, snatching his reel. She gave it a quick twirl and immediately caught a red snapper. Brian wanted to swim to the nearest island, away from the three boats, and wait for someone sane to pick him up.