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The Last Laugh.
Early morning five o clock. I'm standing here on Exmouth dock. A fishing trip with a few friends. Aboard a boat called Make Amends. The sea is calm, the boat is fast. Twenty miles out we are there at last. The engines off there is a swell. Blimey I don't feel to well. I'm not to good upon the sea. A sailor I will never be. My mates are all drinking beer. They see me green and give a cheer. The skipper takes pity sees my plight. He has something to put me right. Eat this chocolate bar he said. I forced it down although half dead. Within half an hour I felt ok and enjoyed the rest of the day. My friends however they did not. They drank all day and it was hot. Dehydrated they all felt bad because of all the beer they had. On the way back I felt like a winner. My mates just kept throwing up their dinner. At home while soaking in the bath. I said to myself you had the last laugh. If your wondering if I caught any fish. I had bass for tea, my favourite dish.
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The Last Laugh.
The Last Laugh.