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Daily Archives: June 30, 2015
Day Ten: One Hump Or Two.
I got up late last night, to take a nocturnal wander to find a tree, only to get a fright. As I stepped out of the van, I thought for sure that the couple of whizz bangers* who had decided … Continue reading
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