The Paper Man's boat-house crumbled. Its ragged hull exposed for far too long to the relentless slap and tickle of water, the salt-stained windows witnessed a storm that was almost black with fury. He loved the familiarity his boat offered while adrift in places he didn't know, peopled by men strange and distant from his own sense of despondency
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