[Jazz is moving through the Horizons, a fishing pole over her shoulder and a box of lures in hand. She's wearing pants with boots and a t-shirt that she'd never miss if it got fish gut stains. There'd been nothing to do this morning, and she'd already read almost every book in the psychology section of library twice, and she'd used the Fenton
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He was planning on just walking back to his room, but he then spotted long red hair, and there was only one girl here that he knew with hair like that. He paused, apprehensive and nervous of the idea of speaking to her, but...she seemed pretty friendly. They could be friends! Right?
Please let this not be weird.]
You...you fish? I mean. You like going fishing?
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Nice day to be by the water.
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