“A big one,” I grunted, forearm burning.
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But it wasn’t the weight that stopped my breath. It was the scars. “A big one,” I grunted, forearm burning
She survived. And so did I.
She (and it was a she, I would learn) went deep three times. She tried to wrap me around a anchor rope from a nearby duck decoy. Twice, I saw a flash of golden bronze and a tail as wide as a dinner plate. My heart was hammering harder than it had during the final custody conversation. “A big one