The Ticker Regatta


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Two sculls race amidst morning haze. Casey hopelessly flounders behind his rival who suddenly lifts his oars, letting’er run they share a reverent gaze as Casey overtakes him.

Casey awakens to Doc listening to his heart. “She’s sounding strong.”

“And the donor, Doc?”

“Smart. Athletic.”

“Crew?”

Doc reels, startled. “Yeah.”


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