Steven had a truck: a big pick-up, a little beaten with paint flecking off, but he wouldn’t drive anything else.
Until that night he watched the weather report. His state of mind was slightly altered, in the way fish were a little wet. When it was done, he stared at the television, blank screen reflected in the blank of his eyes, and let his thoughts settle.
He sold his truck, took his savings out of the bank, and bought a boat.
They laughed at him, but they laughed at Noah too.
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