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February 7th 2009 Last night at around midnight, Dan knocks on my bedroom door in a panic... have awake I say: come in (thinking that the Queen must be at the door for him to wake me up). He comes in and says: you have to come downstairs quickly. What the hell is going on. I got downstairs and I see Dan's Dad with a big flashlight looking up the tree. I look up and here it was a possum hugging that tree... so c
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