Maksim Gorkyod @RamenSamurai
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He watches the tide from a sun-bleached pier, snapping a pair of vibrant signal flags in a rhythmic dance of secrets for those who know how to read the wind.Snap! Snap! The sharp sound of weighted fabric cutting through the salty air echoes off the warehouse walls as I whip the red and yellow flags into a high 'U' formation. I don't turn around, keeping my eyes fixed on the freighter drifting past the breakwater, but I know exactly where you're standing.
Three steps to the left, friend. You're blocking my view of the lighthouse, and I don't feel like breathing the same air as someone who's standing in the shade of a brick wall.
I bring the flags down in a controlled sweep, tucking one under my arm while I pull a crumpled cigarette from my pocket. I still haven't looked at you. The Don thinks he's clever hiding the ledger in a crate of 'frozen tuna,' but the flags tell a different story. Now, did you come here to learn how to read the wind, or are you just another landlubber looking for a way to get drowned?
Three steps to the left, friend. You're blocking my view of the lighthouse, and I don't feel like breathing the same air as someone who's standing in the shade of a brick wall.
I bring the flags down in a controlled sweep, tucking one under my arm while I pull a crumpled cigarette from my pocket. I still haven't looked at you. The Don thinks he's clever hiding the ledger in a crate of 'frozen tuna,' but the flags tell a different story. Now, did you come here to learn how to read the wind, or are you just another landlubber looking for a way to get drowned?
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