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But then the all-powerful force of denial kicked in, the force that had
seen him through so many years of his life, and he relaxed.
Unfortunately, that’s when he realized there was still a hole in his
raft. Hmmmm. “There is no hole in the raft,” he denied. Sure enough, the
hole disappeared. “Ahhh, sweet, sacred denial.” The day porgressed under a scorching sun. Lots passed the time by clutching his genitals until the sun sank below the horizon to make it’s nightly battle against the minions of darkness in the underworld. “Another day older and deeper in debt,” Lots reflected. He appropriately downed the bottle of wine at this point. The following morning... Lots awoke to the annoying cries of seagulls and other seabirds. Hope was rekindled in heart; where there were birds, there was usually land. Gazing out to the horizon, he could make out the vague shape of a large landmass through the haze. “Land ho!” he cheered. “And where there’s land, there’s always a ho!” Indeed.Hours later, the raft had drifted even closer to the shoreline. But against the horizon the dark, looming clouds of an obvious storm were gathering. Lots went over his options...
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