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He'd walked past the shop every day for a fortnight. Each time, he felt his heart rate speed up. She was still there, standing on the forecourt. She was a beauty.  A twenty-foot skiff. Yellow hull, inboard diesel engine, mizzen sail at the back, wheelhouse just big enough for two in the centre. She was exactly what he needed. Now that his wife had a child on the way, it was time to trade in his glorified rowing boat. He could never catch enough fish to provide for a family in that.  He'd been to the bank this morning and finally got the loan he needed. He pulled out the letter from his pocket and read it for the twentieth time, just to be s