a couple of young men at their special pond off the beaten track through the hs to catch his breath and the game ht up to him...
“let’s see your fishing license, boy!” the asped.
ave the game license. “ man, “but my friend back there, on a park bench. the one in the middle a ne to fish. they baited imaginary hooks, cast lines and reeled in their catch.
a passing policeman stopped to an in the middle if he knew the other two.
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