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“i must confess, sam, i struggle to believe that this boat of yours is anything but a fiction.”
“should you want to characterize yourself, you want to characterize yourself. fine. i understand. go right ahead,” she tosses her hand, and cites the acquired colloquialism: “knock yourself out. but, sailing? sea mist? a – high sun's glitter sprinkled upon a gentler wave’s caress? the sam malone i know would never feel inclined toward something so tame.”






