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Chapter 4
I parked the Prius on the right side of Asher Point Road and climbed out. Then I retrieved my single bag from the trunk, locked the vehicle, and found the small green boat next to the lake. The flat-bottom fishing boat stayed positioned between two massive rocks for protection. The rocks secured it on shore when the lake’s tides rose near dark. After setting my single piece of luggage aside, I squeezed between one of the rocks and the boat, removing the boat from its home. Lifting the boat out from between the rocks proved difficult. I manhandled the aluminum structure with both arms, c****d my legs apart, and eventually, after much conviction to get the job done, squirmed the boat out of its dock. Once the boat let free of the oversized rocks, I placed it on the sandy shore, dragged it t
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