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Wives keep us looking good

“You can’t wear those shorts! They’re filthy and we have guests coming for supper,” pronounced my wife.

I had to agree with her that they were a bit dirty. After all, a huge northern had dripped some blood on them and I had rubbed my slimy hands on them after releasing the fish back into the water.

Our guests were our next-door neighbours on the island. But we were at the cabin and we were not worried about being fashionistas.

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