Searching for help

Elliot walked along the lakefront, searching for someone who might take him out on the water. Most people ignored him or shook their heads. Eventually, he spotted a weathered sign that read “June’s Boats.” A narrow dock led to a rustic lodge with peeling paint. Inside, he found June, a gruff, broad-shouldered woman cleaning fishing gear. She looked up slowly. “Can I help you?”
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