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B2/12. Friends and Family…
"Let's go, little sis!" Patrick ushered a sleepy Becca into the old pickup truck. "The guys are catching all the best fish, sleepyhead." he chuckled at her whiny yawn. "If I had known fishing would start literally at the crack of dawn, I might have answered differently." She said with a sleepy pout. Patrick laughs and hands her a coffee before driving off to the secret fishing hole his family owns. "Where are we going again?" She asked after a few sips of her morning java. "It just happens to be this town's best-kept secret. My family found it a long time ago. We bought it, and Dad built a small cabin on it. Now it's our fighting getaway." "So, I am being trusted with top-secret information, then?" Patrick turned to her briefly and gave her a playful wink. "We'll have to swear you
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