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B belted the lyrics for the millionth time today. The Zac Brown Band had a way of getting him in the right state of mind for solo fishing on a Saturday.

B’s fishing boat bounced through the warm intercostal waters. His cheeks windburned and rosy from hours out on the water. Few feelings compared to the afterglow of a good day of fishing, or a good fuck. His mind drifted to how he could combine the two. Find himself a mermaid? Did mermaids have pussy holes? Meh. He could fuck her in the mouth if she didn’t.

The day’s catch sloshed in the boat’s well. Sea trout, flounder, and a couple of sheepshead would grill up real nice tonight. A little butter, steamed broccoli, roasted (and buttered!) red potatoes. Some of those suckers were still alive. They sporadically flapped their tails and flip-flopped against the well walls to let him know. Green markers on his right and red markers on his left guided him toward the Cape Haze Marina.

He throttled down when he had the marina in sight. Was
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