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My faith in the currents that carry has been waning a little. But luckily, they never lose faith in me.
His truck was parked on the road, which was more or less dry and high enough not to be submerged, across the lake that had formed around his house. A small fishing boat was tied off next to his door. He left his house, lunch box in hand, and locked the door. Then he pushed off in the boat across the moat.
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