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A man of gelid desire, Angus Bosio strode with determination towards the waterfront. The few others who were up in the predawn era of the day ignored him, as they always had, as they always ignored others. Only the fringe of last night’s imagination remained. He untied his dory, stepped in and sat down on the hoarfrosted seat, set the oars into the tholepins, and started rowing.