It was the perfect night: warm, but not too warm, the setting sun turning the sky progressive shades of purple, pink, and dark, inky blue. The striped bass were out in Boston, and my friends were along the ride.
It was the perfect night: warm, but not too warm, the setting sun turning the sky progressive shades of purple, pink, and dark, inky blue. The striped bass were out in Boston, and my friends were along the ride.
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