Keep on pressing
Without hesitation, the tall fisherman reached out, gripping Bob’s arm. “Come with us,” he said firmly. “We’re going out there right now. You’re coming along.” Megan immediately protested. “Wait—we just sat down. We haven’t even eaten yet.” But the fisherman slapped a wad of bills onto the table with force, shaking his head. “We’ll buy you all the food you want later. This is more important. You need to come. Time is short.”
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