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... , I believed you for a second there," my father muttered, his tone warning but his knife steady as he resumed slicing through his meat.
I leaned back, wiped my mouth with a napkin, and then fixed my gaze on him. Steady and sharp. "You can believe it now, Dad. I’m not joking. I can start tomorrow if you want. I’m serious about pleading guilty and staying on land. I won’t sail anymore... at least not commercially. I’ll still drive a boat once in a while, for friends, for family."
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