"Sure, okay," she says, but is awfully slow about shifting around on the bench and leaning down to pry the oar up from where it's half lodged between the bow of the boat and where she's sitting. She pulls it up hand over hand, passing it off to him. Once the oar's out of her hands, her fingers set on the edge of the bench and grip there as she steels herself for the moment of shoving off.
"You're not planning to take this thing down river are you?"
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"Sure, okay," she says, but is awfully slow about shifting around on the bench and leaning down to pry the oar up from where it's half lodged between the bow of the boat and where she's sitting. She pulls it up hand over hand, passing it off to him. Once the oar's out of her hands, her fingers set on the edge of the bench and grip there as she steels herself for the moment of shoving off.
"You're not planning to take this thing down river are you?"