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The lake lies quietly on this Sunday morning. The weather is cold enough to motivate most students to stay inside but today I have decided to not be one of them.
Alex wanted to visit, alone this time, without our parents. He sold it to me as a chance to check out my college to see if it's an option for him since he'll be starting next year. But I know that he really just wants to spend time with me.Β
Greg, who I have become close friends with over the last few weeks, suggested that we could go fishing.
His dad taught him when he was younger and bought him equipment for his last birthday so they could go together. But now Greg's dad has been in the hospital for a few months, that makes it a bit harder.
Now Greg, Alex and I are sitting inside a small fisherboat that was tied to a wooden post next to the lake, a few minutes away from the small beach that us students use.