The boys are up late (well, for me anyway) battling. Turn in around 2 after some good chats and a bottle or two of Orval from the Belgian monastery of the same name. Just a leetle nip of Glen Garioch too. We didnt make it down to the lake to watch them burning in the spring. We stayed in and scared off our own witches and evil spirits.
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