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| White, size eight. Not a scrap of duct tape in sight. Shiney bits. |
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| Rich is on the phone. Yes, that's wind. He had manflu but still played, what a trouper. |
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| AD looks relaxed, and free of manflu. |
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| Dave hides behind the umbrella pole, AD still looks relaxed, and Rich pulls the phone from his ear. |
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| Still relaxin', still hidin'. |
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| G was struggling to get a phone signal for the football results. Then he got one. Then he was struggling to come to terms with the football results. |
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| GD. "That reference...you didn't really tell the truth, did you?" |
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| Dave O comes out of hiding. The new spikes are safely stowed in the kitbag. |
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Mr B O'S awaits refreshment, while the sun sets behind the pub.
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