Previous My attention wanes as Jim’s voice fades into the background, but suddenly, he’s in motion. With a swift, almost unexpected grab, he snatches the fishing pole, its tip swaying in the air, and hands it over to me. “Here, go for it,” he says, his voice filled with frantic energy. I accept it, aContinue reading “The Perfect Spot (Book Part 7)”
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