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On Friday morning, the twelve of us piled into a van and car and headed to the Lake District for our last flat trip.We began the day by outlawing the words "last" and "final" as the day of our departure is fast approaching and none of us feels quite ready for that yet. Our first stop was 2 hours down the road in the little town of Haworth in West Yorkshire. It is here that the Bronte Parsonage i...
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Curtis
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Dance, Dance Wherever You May BE
I love the pictures you have on here, but the ones of you guys dancing makes me laugh a lot. Once I saw them it reminded me of what you said above about ruining a lot of people's times and confusing other people.