Gun Lake: A Short Story

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I am from the summer vacations at Gun Lake I’m from long days out on the water. Waking up early, to either go fishing, or wakeboarding. Skimming across the water at exactly 17.8 miles per hour. Hitting the wake just right, to go flying into the air. Taking the old fishing boat to the secret dropoff nearly nobody knows about. Letting your bait drop, then jerking it back and forth across the murky bottom. All this in hopes of catching one to fit your tale for the people who didn’t go. I’m from large meals, always good. Always waiting for the last person to be there. I’m from Fourth of July Parades, Lobster Boils, and Beanbag tournaments. All of these excuses to get together with friends and neighbors most of the time we gather over food. I
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