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Chicago and the Lunker

Behind the bar at the Coal Harbor Inn was a window through which Jack Hawkins could see Lake Superior. “Is it always like that?” he asked the bartender, Bill. “Like what?” Bill said. “So calm.” Bill smiled. “More often than you’d think. What can I get ya?” “Irish coffee.” “It’ll be a few minutes to

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