Nakada let the chart flutter away on the wind. He picked it up carefully, took it outside and buried it in the snow, leaving his skis and sticks as markers. Or too complicated to tell as a simple drama. Surrender.
* * *“It’s coming!” Boss Gui said. The old man took a nail-biting forty minutes to weigh our catch and add up our numbers, at which point he announced, “You’re fifty pounds over quota. “I’ve studied the odds. It was very brief.
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