Fly-Fishing

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Ever since I told him about how I was that night, he seemed more... open. It's like the sociopathic layer of him was striped away. I slept on the couch with Winston (one of his dogs), and when I woke up Will was already awake and outside fishing. He thought I should give my mind a rest, so I fished with him. We both did fly-fishing, my brother and father had taught me. Considering I was normally the one who stuck back and played with the fish already caught instead of practice as much as they did, Mr. Graham was much better. We both caught fish though. He showed me techniques to use in fishing (preferably fly-fishing). By the time we decided to head back we both had had our laughs. We both played, splashed, joked, fell, and the many other thing I didn't name. We had fun.

Once we got back we both gutted our fish and bagged them up to freeze. After a while Will went outside to get some fresh air. I took this chance to call Olivia, I thought she might want to know what had happened.

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