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| Its too early.. 6am.. | Windtest.. we stare into the sock for guidance | Cooky, starts the BBQ | *sniff* smells like fire.. | hold.. blow.. repeat |
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| Like the jaws of a great beastie | bohemoth | |||
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| We're taking this baby to the moon! | ||||
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