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"He ran to the shore's edge and plopped himself down.
Completely caught up in the excitement of the
moment, he never realized that he had forgotten to bait
the hooks. As he sat and dangled his feet off the edge
of the world waiting for a bite, he pondered weather or
not he really could make a fish fly. He stared at the
fish, and they all stared right back, almost as confused
as he. The worms on the other hand had no intention of
waiting around for him to come to his senses. They
lurched over the side of the rusty coffee can one by one
and made a slithering run for less hostile grounds. "
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