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Jun 2018
I remember thinking how could he possible smell the same

What if he's a catch I mean he is a catch what if he catches me

I'm not ready to be caught I feel like I'm too close to the hook

I want to take the meat off the hook without getting the hook stuck in my lip

What if it's already there and he just hasn't reeled me in yet
That was fun, but there was no hook. I took a bite of the fish and left the rest for him to reel in for the next one.
Clarkia
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