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The Great Outdoors
I hear it through the thin walls of my tent. Something big is out there. I hide deep inside the illusion of safety provided by my sleeping bag. Bang! Crash! That must have been the ice chest. Suddenly the tent is gone. A warm voice growls "Pardon me but do you have any Grey Poupon?"
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