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his insides were shaking like jello, he could not wait to be on dry land. He would dash off that bridge and kiss the dry land, maybe take in a Curry and a good movie. Yup, that sounded good. Take some time off, walk, relax....but who knows how long they could be in port. A few hours, just enough time to load food and supplies to suberge into the icy depths, on their way, crossing the Atlantic...
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This is what happens when I go out at night!
Sorry to keep you all waiting so long. Let me go look for my storytelling hat, if it didn't get blown off in the wind today.
In the meantime, I have yesterdays' post to write now.
You can't buy storytelling hats.
But you probably have one growing in a dark corner of your closet.
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