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Splash, as the canoe gets dropped in to the water I get a shiver up my spine and to me that says don’t go don’t leave what you are so used to but, an adventure is out there and I’m going on it, stroke by stroke I am avoiding the girl in the canoe seeing me but she probably has. I can tell by the way that she is looking at Fog that she knows
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