| I tried to will myself over the edge. I gripped the edge of the boat and leaned forward and thougt, now. |
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| It just wasn't possible. I would go to war-I would go kill and maybe die-because I was embarresed not to. |
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| Then after a time the old man pulled in his line and turned the boat back toward Minnesota. |
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