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Reminds me of the time we went camping otuside of San Diego and woke up to find that a falconers' group had taken over the camp grounds overnight. "What the hell is that screaching noise?!" It was bizarre, they sat around and talked about their birds like they were cars.
Anyone, someone needs to loan the Birmingham Rollers some apostrophes.
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