The lake mirrored the blue sky. Driving along the north shore, I enjoyed the evening breeze after another blistering day.
A shadow appeared over my car and I was astonished to see an enormous fish hurtling toward my windshield. The thought of fish guts strewn across the window spurred me to act quickly. […]
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