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“Hey, brah?” Quinn called

“Yeah, man”

“You know that crazy story Duck Zhang’s talking about? Not the cave thing, but the part about, like, flying fish-bats or whatever?”

“What about them?”

“I think I saw so up out of the water Of course, it was dark”

“Okay,” Sam said “Later, dude”

As he walked across the beach he muttered, “My life is fish stories and Junior Mints”

So So about Junior Mints

But weariness swept over hiht He was due at town hall before long More stupidity to deal with

He heard Quinn singing Bob Marley’s “Three Little Birds” to himself Or maybe to Sam

Then the sound of the putt-putt outboard ain

Sam felt an intense stab of jealousy

“You don’t worry,” Quinn said, echoing the song

“I do”

“Caine?”