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13th hour: 11 people
Swing 42, django again, can’t get away from that guy. kids
are stirring, complaining about the comestibles. Herbie just hipped
me to the proper arithmetic, we are now approaching the halfway
point, the proverbial tritone of the jam-a-thon, bt, who’s
counting anyway?
Brice: I see it everywhere, kids, exhausted, wasted, done
whatever you like. BUT (!) we must prevail, for we are, actually
well uhh… I don’t know that us kids serve much of a
purpose. Dozing off… Woah Bruce can swing, who would’ve
guessed? Ya I’m rambling, I can feel it I’m loosing
more and more self control my body lies over the ocean… WHAT!?
I’m going mad… My fellow colleagues suggest my sanity…
Not very highly… Highly what? You better get off this thing
before you start making sense.
Brice, what can I say? Sorry
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