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When I was a boy we made our own secret bases in the woods, powered by our imaginations. Sometimes you'd be a band of medieval knights making camp before a great battle, or a group of criminals hiding out from the sheriff, or maybe you'd just find a good old fashioned drunken vagrant huddled inside I mourn for the youth of today
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