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I used to daydream about having secret passages and such in my castle. Living in a 1970 vintage split level doesn't quite match up. I thought at least we'd be able to dig out a bunker of some kind, but it turns out the water table is too high.
sigh.
I'm holding out for that call from the kinfolk in Scotland telling me I've inherited Robert the Bruce's old digs. You never know.
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Sìn a nall na cuaranan sin. -- Cha mhór is fheairrde thu iad, tha iad coltach ri cat air a dhathadh
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