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One day I decided to go fishing.
It was a cool summer day with a light sea breeze coming off the sound.
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I went to the old dock our little half painted rowboat sat, and inside it was a note.
Then a hydrogen bomb exploded nearby and I was vaporized instantly, the blast shredding the very atoms of my body into so many lonely quarks and neutrinos. God, I hate it when that happens.
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