Harry and his two friends sauntered to the riverside through the morning light. Reuben and Alister slept at Harry’s house last night as they get home at the dark hour from the fortune-teller chambers. The water crawl to the shore when Harry stood, watching his friends pushing their canoes into the water.
Alister looked back. “Let’s catch some fish before we go home.” “I want to say that too, but I think it would tire you guys to listen. Would Harry join us?” Reuben asked. Harry shrugged his shoulder. “We forget to bring a net.” “One was here,” Reuben said, gesturing for them to see the net in his canoe. “I’m not feeling well today,” Harry said. &n
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