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Marcellus lead Midge down to a narrow metal dock that extended out into the lake like a wrapped candy bar. Tied to the right of the dock was a thin orange boat that Midge recognized as a canoe; she watched Marcellus step into the boat and sit as effortlessly as he would get behind the wheel of a car. Observing him provided no insight on how she should attempt to enter the canoe, so she lowered herself quickly, almost falling into the canoe.

Her feet landed on flat dry wood, her body twisting slightly at the last moment, her rear landing on the plastic seat with a subtle thumpf. Midge turned back in profile to Marcellus, and smiled with satisfaction.

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