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RealParent™ Maxine worried about her humanoid output; in long past Rudy Valley, mortal cave mate Bev worried, too: if the Cro-Borg Mongo’s chip implant wasn’t updated soon, it would automatically switch off, leaving only his birth brain, created from recovered Cro-Magnon DNA by RealPeople, Inc. Time travel would be impossible; he would be stranded.
Papa, bearded, waders knee-deep in the moving water, glanced at Mongo’s wrist action with the fly rod and grinned, “Here, let me show you again. Just flick your wrist; easy does it.”
There’s a fine line between fly fishing and standing hip-deep in the water like an idiot. Hemingway was glad for the company and contemplated a new fishing story about this lumbering giant who smelled like guano and never stopped smiling.
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