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Maris, Gabriel

Maris, Gabriel

Gabriel Maris

Russ and I picked Gabriel over fishing one weekend.

Technically Russ picked me over Mom, and I picked Gabriel over him, but siblings often sacrifice disagreement for adventure.  Russ and I are twins, so we’re connected a little differently than most everyone else. I met Gabriel at a local pub a few days before our trip, and it turned out we had a lot in common, at least we made it seem that way.  Guess that sums up how we ended up together on a boat that day. 

It doesn’t explain the rare stones they found in my pockets, or the bodies we weighed down in our part of the sea. When I get out of this hospital bed I’ll share the entire story.

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