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In my own predicament, in my sadness and rage at my situation, my guilt over what I had done to my family, as well as the uncertainty of my future, I needed that catfish that the old man caught that night. I need to believe that Typhus and Marcus definitely existed, that a magical catfish could bring redemption, that such relief was truly possible. And I required to obtain it wrapped in a beautiful, mystical love letter to New Orleans like the 1 Louis Maistros wrote.
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