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The hull of his boat dislodged shingles, submerged just below the surface, from rooftops of his old neighborhood. An era of plenty now concealed by murky waters, a life hidden but not forgotten. The river predictably jumped its banks once a year, but contrary to history, this spring's tide never receded, it remained bottomless and catastrophic. The walls of his three-bedroom colonial now a manmade reef for his soon-to-be dinner.

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