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After the night’s rain, the morning air was crisp and clean and full of promise. The man guided his minivan up the dirt road, bumping through the shallow potholes and avoiding deep ones.
Today is going to be different, he thought. He passed the old side road leading north. He always wondered where it led.
He had replaced his line and his old floats and weights and snelled hooks with new ones. His worms were fresh and juicy. Surely today I will catch a fish, he said to himself.
He drove back down at dusk.
Maybe tomorrow.
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