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if it were a paper book I had I'd send it to you. My dad doesn't fly fish and I'm unlikely to ever learn what with only one [and part of one] hand. That being said I was a great little fisher girl back in the day, first kid to clean a fish and not at all squeamish. I can also cook them after. . . . man that makes me miss my dad. And cinimon [which i'm misspelling] bears which we always got to go fishing. I'm allergic to those bears now, which is really unfair.
Anyway . . .
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