Three…

I pull one out, she pulls out two.

Our favorite man baits our hooks and grins.

I pull out one. She pulls out two.

A picture, smiling softly…drawstring hood surrounds her wrinkles as she poses heavy with fish. My fish are yellow, and they scream.

Who knew fish could cry like me?

(I miss them…)

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