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The Very Close Quarters Are Hard to Get Used To

What lurks within....

A last note to say buh-bye before we tromp off into the woods near Hart, Michigan for a weekend of fun, frolic, and feminism (but hopefully not fear and frottage). Be good-ish while we’re gone.

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