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Vosar

31.10.2019 at 10:12 pm
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B y the time I stumbled back up the cliff to Jay’s surf camp — a shipping container filled with boards, sunscreen and a crusty Mr. Coffee — I was ready for amputation. I threw my board to the ground, having deliriously lugged it all the way back. One usually leaves one’s personal belongings behind in this kind of emergency, but I wasn’t exactly thinking straight, and I figured the.

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