In the break of dawn, Cantor was clamoring the beach for leftovers from the boardwalk or fresh softshelled crabs and such. In his utilitarian search for breakfast. Fernidan preparing to retire in a nearby motel, after a night of cocktails and chatter amongst other shenanigans to woo whomever he may fancy. As any in his authority would suffice. When in midafternoon, Cantor is contemplating what will become his next temptation of an isolated shelter, safe ingestion and dreams of what he wants, when he wants it. In the form of monetary means, beyond disposal of a lifetime. Fernidan encounters a flat tire upon his weekend stay by broken glass in the gravel. Cantor learns at the same place and moment in time. He offers to place the spare tire on with wrench and jack, instead of calling for a repair service. Which was reimbursed under payments by Fernidans plan, who based his life on commerce for more commerce. Yet, Cantor has found what is good for the individual, is good for the soul. Work in any form, is rewarded. The skills he has gathered in his fortunate days, may show him a place, if you will, instead of a win. As we are all born with a statistic, we must always interpret them into a larger context. In order to proceed as the civilization of man.
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