Chachas No Existe
September 4th 2008 After that wonderful orange and 20 minutes of repose, Edison points westward. “I really like it here he says, but we must go.” Mario makes his offer for me to ride Juanita downward. They've seen the grace with which I traverse the rocks and boulders, and I must’ve looked tired plodding as fast as a sloth up those last hundred yards or so. But what was the rush and no need to stress test
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