Miami Stories Volume 6 Part 1
It was a sweltering, windy Sunday as I gently cruised across Lake Norman on my Hacker-Craft runabout. I was alone, reflecting on poor choices I made. I could see my cell phone ringing next to me in the seat. It was Erin. I averted my gaze from the phone and throttled the big Crusader 454 motor to hurdle me across the lake. I headed north towards Sherril…
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