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Bottle, Map, and Bicycle
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Pip knew the old harbor. It was a twenty-minute ride up the coast road. She grabbed her bike from the porch, tucked the map in her pocket, and whistled. "Come on, Biscuit. The other half of this map has to be somewhere." Biscuit barked and chased after her wheels.
Pip reached the harbor as a storm rolled in dark over the water. The harbor master, Greta, waved her under the dock shelter. "You're chasing that bottle map, aren't you?" she smiled. She pulled an old tin from a shelf, lifted out the missing half, and pressed the torn edges together. They matched. "This belonged to my father. I think he'd want you to have it."
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