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In a message dated 7/15/97 5:54:00 PM, Bob G wrote:
<<Late night was clear, dark, and starry with coyotes yipping nearby.>>
The little doggies weren't just yipping they were making the weirdest sounds
like some juvenile monster orgie going on in the desert. In the morin I went
across the road to where we had been carefully tying up our sails every day
to keep them out of that crazy Spot's dirt. My brand new Sailworks got
worked over good by the coyotes. There were doggie prints / (scratches) all
over that once shiny mylar showing signs of some wild unearthly animal fun.
My sail got worked and went to the dogs!
TD
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