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Deep Dark Treasures
Gazing the crumpled piece of paper I see words, a garbled sketch it seems to be directions to some where deep in this cave. Our excitement proves Ebullient as my students reach and pluck gem stones from the ceiling of this cave. Blending with the stalagtites these gems must have been affixed here stratigically so not to plummet into the crevices below. Could it have been in the mind of the owners of such treasure to collect them later or to eternize them in this cave. Yoem becomes belligerent as James shoved him aside to pick up the gemstones. Chronic Fatigue has overcame Tony and he faints in the floor of the cave. Devon Laxly looks on while Sarah comes to Tony's rescue. Yoem gives a devious chuckle in the midst of all the excitement. Grapling with all of my instruments and tools I calmly give orders to exit the cave!
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