Anonymous
It’s 2 AM anchored near Posqoun flats where the York River and the Chesapeake Bay meet and I am most definitely seasick. The boat permeates a smell of gas. The human kind. There’s no gasoline on this boat. We ate canned black beans for dinner. My nemesis. I
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