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He’s got more gear than a small tackle shop, drives across the country like he’s on a nationwide "fish avoidance" tour, and still the only thing biting is the wind.
Rumor has it, fish hear Niels coming and schedule a meeting elsewhere. His fishing net? Spotless. His patience? Infinite. His catch record? The real endangered species.
But hey—keep casting, Niels. One day, the fish might feel sorry enough to jump in the bucket themselves. 🐟😂
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⠀⣯⡇⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣿⣬⣥⣭⣽⣿⣿⣧⣼⡇⣯⣇⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀
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•。★ Christmas ★ 。* 。
° 。 ° ˛˚˛ * _Π_*。*˚
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˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ | 田田 |門| ˚
…………….. ✿♥✿…………….