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January 1985

Out of the Fog

By: Anonymous | Lynbrook, New York

ONE DAY, aboard my little boat, I was out in the bay fishing when a heavy storm came up. I headed for the nearest shelter--a river that was unknown to me, far from my home port. I was drunk, of course.

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